One Pink Balloon

My half marathon weekend is over.   Kenley Ran!  My official time was 3 hours, 22 minutes, 48 seconds.    I have already signed up for a 10 ...

The week before her birthday is a morbid countdown for me.   Even though I have tried really hard this year to make February more positive,...

The only way to survive a lifetime of grief is to eventually become stronger than it.  When you first begin putting yourself back together ...

When our children are born, we automatically want the best for them from day one.  We want them to live a life of greatness.  We want them ...

It's never been a secret that I have struggled with self-image long before loss.   This song speaks to that struggle- and to the rebuil...

My sister listened to this song on the airplane when she flew down to be with me after Kenley died.   She tells me she "ugly cried...

This song was released in February 2015, two years after Kenley died.   It came out at a time when I had finally shaken off the fog of the e...

I can feel the rumbling.  Deep and guttural.  The Dragon is stirring.  He is shifting in the darkness, stretching his claws.  I have quite l...

I am not the biggest fan of country music.  The Dixie Chicks and Lady Antebellum are pretty much the only two country bands I listen to - a...

When I went on vacation the summer after Kenley died, I made a playlist for some of those days full of songs that spoke to my grief or my h...

I've started my training for the Princess Half Marathon. Slow and steady, I've been following the Galloway method and running and w...