I refuse to pretend the good times never happened. I choose to cherish the sweet memories.

A Letter to My Absent Dad on Father’s Day

Dear Dad, I haven’t seen you or heard your voice in over three years. Our email communication has been sparse, superficial platitudes for birthdays and holidays. You said you didn’t want to meet me for coffee, didn’t want to see your granddaughter, didn’t have anything to say to us. That’s ok. I have something to say to you. Father’s Day …

we can only hear God's voice once we quiet the noise around us.

What to Do When Heaven Is Silent

The plane hit turbulence as she perched precariously on the potty. “Mama? Mama?! Mama!” she yelped, as she clutched my arms tighter. “I’m right here, sweetie,” I said. The tiny airplane lavatory hardly fit one person under best circumstances and rough winds sent us both rocking against the walls. I squatted down to face her, but even the sight of me inches …