I’ve been thinking about my belly button a lot lately. Maybe it’s because my belly button is a reminder that I was attached to my mom. I grew inside her for 9 months. It’s because of her that I have a birthday to celebrate today. She gave me life and now I’m watching her fight a losing battle with cancer that will ultimately take hers. My mom is in hospice house as I type this. The cancer is now in her spinal fluid and brain. There’s nothing more doctors can do for her. I rec

What does John 3:16 and my six year old son have to do with one another? Read on to find out.

True story: My brother ran away from home when I was born. The legend goes likes this (and yes, the story has been told and re-told so many times in my family, it has become legendary): my mom had given birth to me in the hospital and called home to check on her 3 older children: Laurie, age 11, Brenda, 10 and Scott, 9. Laurie, being the eldest, talked to our mom and explained that Scott couldn’t be located at that moment. I’m not sure how the conversation went exactly, seein

I wrote this when my son turned 2 years old. I find that with each passing birthday of his, it resonates even more with me. And makes me cry

She was born Carol Ann Fenlon on October 18th, 1943 in Cheboygan, MI to proud parents Lucille & Mark Fenlon. Little Carol Ann joined big brother Ron and would eventually become big sister to Joyce and then Timothy. So began the life of my mother. Her story isn’t remarkable by what we consider remarkable these days: she’s not famous (or even pseudo famous in a Kardashian or Instagram kind of way), she was never CEO of a company or was a president’s wife. And yet her story is r

I’d imagine six years would seem like a long time if you had to spend it in prison. But when those six years are attached to a little boy w

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