Mary the Mother of Jesus In a Wheelchair

One year for our little church’s Christmas pageant, I cast Elli as Mary. After all, Mary doesn’t say anything the night of Jesus’ birth in any of the stories. So it didn’t matter that Elli couldn’t speak or sing. We draped her in blue fabric (why is Mary always...

A Story Unfinished

When one person who has lost a child encounters another who has lost a child, they connect immediately. Finding another who has walked that valley of the shadow of death is both wonderful and terrible; wonderful because here is someone who understands and has been...

To My Midwife, from Your Plus-Size Patient

A friend of mine sent me this letter awhile back, asking for editing and proofreading help. Reading it was like being punched in the gut. When I wrote her back, I asked if I could publish it here. All of us need to hear her message, not just those in the healthcare...

How I Face Christmas Without Her

Christmas has never been picture-perfect, or at least not since our first child was born almost thirteen (ouch) years ago. That first Christmas we just enjoyed having her home after three months’ worth of hospital stays, two open-heart surgeries, and three separate...