Growing up in a home where secrets were a way of life, I value the truth more than anything. I would rather hear and speak the ugly truth than hear or tell a colorful, well formed lie. I realize that much of my life was shaped by lies. Not ones that were necessarily spoken but unspoken... Continue Reading →
Grateful, the word always reminds me of Thanksgiving, only a more common, everyday kind of thanks. I have so many things in my life to give thanks. However, the thing that I am most deeply appreciative and thankful for is being raised in a home where I was given a solid foundation in the God despite my... Continue Reading →
I often talk about my past matter of factually. I realized earlier this year that I have processed the events of my past, but never the emotions. A friend kept pressing for how I FELT and I honestly couldn't tell her. I help people process their feelings, but was not in touch with my own,... Continue Reading →
Silence.... the idea of silence, I long for to be able to relax to the sound of nothing to curl up with a book and finish it to write uninterrupted. I long for it and yet the actual reality of silence frightens me. It is so much easier to drown out silence to cover it... Continue Reading →
Lately Hope seems to be a popular topic. It seems that everywhere I turn over the past few weeks HOPE has been breathed in to the fabric of my life. When I personally think about HOPE, I quickly turn to my profession and an early lesson I learned that has been played out so many... Continue Reading →
Restoring Voice 