Where do I begin? From having to move to a bigger venue, to having to open the doors early due to the sheer press of the crowds, people...

We are home. The make-up on my face, the self-sufficiency on my shoulders, the girding of my abdomen in anticipation of a blow... I allow...

We’re feeling on top of the world today. Kiara seems to have had no neurological setbacks at all from the op. Her O.T. assessments show a...

I find that sympathy breaks my focus. When I’m climbing a vertical slope out of a hot valley, and my husband keeps asking me if I’m okay,...

This journey of ours, and the journey of life, often feels like we’re making circles around the same mountain as we pass through moments...

Words and life have always been synonymous for me. I struggle with small talk, and with what I would call ‘gushy’ compliments. I find...

Tonight I would like to address the men that have been following this journey, and in particular the writings on this blog: those that...

Where do I begin to tell today’s story? In the midst of the pain or with the news of the victory? That is so often the question. The last...

Kiara has always been able to process emotions quietly and deeply. She seldom has need to talk about them, and when she does release what...

Samuel is nine years old. He joined our family when he was about six. Being originally Zulu, his grasp of technical English is still...

I went silent on you after we arrived home on Friday - distracted partially by gratitude, partially by grief. Gratitude, because every...

We are home. We have loved every moment of sharing this journey with you. Tonight we catch our collective breath as a family. Thank you!...

“If they don’t let us go home tomorrow, I’m seriously gonna scream!” Kiara is grinning as she says it, but it’s a true word spoken in...

I always seem to write while watching children sleep. Today, Ty is cuddled with me in the hospital armchair and Kiara is sleeping in her...

We smile and nod and don’t breathe a word to sway the doctor’s opinion as he ‘Um’s’ and ‘Ah’s’ over whether to release Kiara today. We...

While Richard is watching Kiara sleep this afternoon, I am lying on our bedroom carpet tickling my six-year-old’s back. He told granny...

I always wanted to find a man who would walk five hundred miles and five hundred more because he wanted to be the man who walked five...

I let my daughter go. I let her go day after day. Right from the first time they wheeled her into surgery, I turned around and walked out...

A shepherd should pay close attention to the faces of his flock And hold close to his heart the condition of those he cares for....

When we were kids we used to have this clever way of holding hands to make a swing to carry each other around. We’d link arms in some...