I named my son Levi because God told me to. I had a list of 8 names that I liked. I was 7 months pregnant. Up until then, he just swam ...

As I sat in morning mass yesterday, I closed my eyes and envisioned the next couple of days. Michel making it through customs. The smile...

My son, when you come to serve the Lord, prepare yourself for trials… It is Super Bowl Sunday. I want to care, to have a team that gives...

There are two responses to fear, so I’ve been told. Fight or flight. You either face what’s before you, or you run from it. I do both at...

I don’t have words tonight. It would so desperately help if I had words. If there was some way I could cut open my heart and make...

We’re starting the new year differently this time. Michel is leaving. As we walked through customs at JFK airport in New York, Levi and me...

I love Sunday nights so much. The silence to the week. The closing. The wind down. Tonight Michel and I went to the Todzia’s for dinner....

Motherhood doesn’t come natural to me, especially not in Haiti. But, it does wrap around you fiercely as you watch other mothers, out of...

It gets easier. Oh my God, it gets easier. But other things seem to get harder. Like selfishness. Or vanity. Or trusting. Why is it so...

Sitting here in the pitch black morning I started to write all the things I’m overwhelmed by these days. Then I took a deep breath and...