WordPress Resources at SiteGround

WordPress is an award-winning web software, used by millions of webmasters worldwide for building their website or blog. SiteGround is proud to host this particular WordPress installation and provide users with multiple resources to facilitate the management of their...

Weaving a Blanket of Hope

It’s almost that time; November 1st. The fall leaves are turning and the jack o’ lanterns beam their shady faces in front of the Fred Meyer next to the fall mums. I miss you. This is my son. 13. A bright star that lit up everyone’s daily walk with his never-ending...
Hell is to…

Hell is to…

Of all the things that irk me the most, it’s got to be individuals that have the potential to make a difference, to live with joy, to push past the choices in this life they don’t get to make but choose not to. I get it, I understand. And you know, you are...
Giving Death To A Child

Giving Death To A Child

Why is there no term such as “giving death to a child,” for it is the same sentiment. It involves the labor, the fight, the surrender, the same pain as giving birth, only in reverse. Life comes into this world in agony, it leaves with the same. How can we...
Enduring Tragedy

Enduring Tragedy

If you have endured tragedy, if your heart has been ripped apart, if you’ve been lower than you ever knew to be possible and you are still breathing, still waking, still thinking, then you are capable of dreaming. Not only are you capable of dreaming, you become...
Dear Jamison, I Wish

Dear Jamison, I Wish

Dear Jamison, There’s a dead spot in my heart. It’s like a dull wooden spot that has calcified. Like, The Chronicles of Narnia when the witch freezes over the characters and they turn to stone. My heart is hardened over, blue – but I’m still very much alive. I...
Stop Being So Strong – Mothers Day, 2016

Stop Being So Strong – Mothers Day, 2016

It’s 8:06pm. Breathe. You really never know where life is going to take you. I spent a lot of today wishing I could drink myself into unfeeling grief. I wish I could tell you that I go through every day happy and joyful, with positive thoughts running through...
I Was Twelve and His Name Was John

I Was Twelve and His Name Was John

I walked into his small one bedroom apartment, my nose turning just a little bit at the stench: old, used, darkness.  Spray bottle in hand and rags at my side, I stared at the newspaper covering the walls around his bed.  Drips of dried blood and flem mixed with spots...
Your Story Is What You Make Of It. Turning 40.

Your Story Is What You Make Of It. Turning 40.

I’m 40 today. For a woman to age gracefully she has to have that je ne sais quoi; that I don’t care, come what may attitude. Growing up and growing old takes guts. It takes even more guts to do it well. I never thought I would be where I am at today. When I was 20 I...
Be Don’t Do

Be Don’t Do

It’s not rocket science, you know. We like to make it rocket science. But really, everything you need to know about marketing, running a profitable business and living a great life an eight year old can do. We just forget how to do it. And then we have to learn it all...