Every time I think we are finally on the path forward, smooth sailing, something happens. BAM. Bump in the road. It’s become quite routine actually!
My fear of her life experiences being limited was served to me on a silver platter by the TSA agents at Charlotte Douglas & O’Hare International airport.
She suggested I stand where the protestors are. PROTESTORS? Um, Jen Hatmaker never mentioned protestors?!
I'm relieved my family's journey is no longer a secret.
August is here. In a mere twelve days, I will send my firstborn to college.
I was angry at myself for waiting six months to attend my first PFLAG meeting!
I don’t forgive you for discriminating against my daughter.
Trigger warning. This post discusses suicide.
I have a confession to make (old Catholic habits die hard). I don’t have my s*%t together, not at all. My daughter came out to me April 13, 2016. Do you know when I finally felt like I had reached the point of acceptance? October 2017. A full year and a half after she told … Continue reading One in a Million
Each week at church, I would kneel after Communion and repeat the same fervent prayer, “God, please bring my son back to me.” Months came and went, things went further in the opposite direction.