Transplanted in Australia

Eleven months. Today marks eleven full months my baby boy was born sleeping. It is a bizarre concept, to be born dead.  I should ...

August 19th is the Day of Hope . A day meant to remember children who have died. I remember every day. Not just Ben, but so many othe...

Phillip took this. He's the only consistently early riser in our family. For the first time since I moved here, we had snow at our e...

It seems that every time I make a new commitment to blog more regularly something happens to prevent that. Early in July, Phillip sprained...

"What do you want for your birthday?" my husband has been asking me for the last few weeks. I will turn 30 on Monday. Which is...

I remember the smell of my grandmother's kitchen. It smelled cold. Comfortable. Clean, with fresh hot coffee brewing. A faint scent ...

When someone breaks a leg, gets a concussion, has a cold, you never hear of that person being told, "just pray about it, have more fait...