When Seconds Matter: How Life360 Stepped In.
There are some phone calls that stop a parent’s heart. Today, one of those moments happened to us. Our daughter was riding as a passenger in a car this afternoon when another driver ran a stop sign and smashed into…
He Didn’t Follow the Path Expected—He’s Building His Own.
This is my son. The one who graduated high school as valedictorian, a scholar athlete, and a gifted musician. He went on to a prestigious university, scholarships in hand, to study Bioengineering. On paper, his path looked flawless—hard work, academic…
My Oldest Made Me a Mother, But My Youngest Will Make Me an Empty Nester.
“You will miss me the most,” my youngest child said unexpectedly one day. “Because after I’m gone, it is going to be really, really quiet here.” And just like that, the truth slipped out of the mouth of a sixteen-year-old….
What Did Fisher Cost? More Than Money Could Ever Measure.
“How much did Fisher cost?” one of my kids asked not long ago. $350? $400? $575? It’s not a simple answer. On paper, he cost $350. That was the adoption fee in April 2005—he came neutered, vetted, and transported. A…
An Unexpected Christmas Gift: A Second Chance at Love for an 89-Year-Old Woman and a 12-Year-Old Dog.
At 89 years old, my mum had made peace with the idea that she would no longer have a dog. Just a few weeks before Christmas, her beloved elderly companion had passed away, leaving a silence in the house that…
The 80-Year-Old Woman Who Refuses to Stop Riding.
At an age when many are slowing down, content to stay close to home, Jane Dotchin is doing the exact opposite. Every year, for the past five decades, she has set out on horseback for an extraordinary 600-mile journey from…
The Young Man Who Chose to Clean What Others Ignored.
It was an ordinary afternoon when I first noticed him—a young man, maybe in his mid-twenties, walking slowly along the side of the road with a bucket in one hand. At first glance, I assumed he was on his way…
Counting Down the Days Before College, Holding On to Every Moment.
My son’s bedroom door is closed again. Music thumps softly behind it, and I stand in the hallway with a laundry basket balanced on my hip, debating whether I should knock. I decide against it. That’s what life feels like…
At 85, He Still Shops for Love: Papa Joe’s Quiet Lesson in Marriage.
My Papa Joe is 85 years old. He has been married to my grandma for 60 years—six decades of life side by side, weathering storms and celebrating joys, always together. These days, his memory is slipping. He is slowing down….
Eight Years Apart, One Tearful Goodbye.
Today was Freshman move-in day for my 18-year-old son. For weeks I had been preparing myself for this day, whispering little reminders to my own heart: Stay strong. Smile. Don’t let him see you cry. I wanted this day to…