(Written in the midst of 2020) I​n this season of our world, or I should say of our country, many events may come to mind. Whether good or bad, history is being made in 2020, and if you're anything like me, you're feeling the need to write something about it. But in all of the chaos of pandemics, is

(Written in 2018 in regards to parenting my sons with GM1 Gangliosidosis Type 2) It’s frightening and almost inhuman how watching your terminally ill child (or any child of hardship) go through mental, physical, and emotion hell without even saying a word can scream into the depths of your very b

(A poem written about my son Luke I read at his funeral Sept. 2018) You came to this world in the early bright of day Your innocence and love just swept me away The day you arrived, life never was the same My Silent Preacher Your life started as all children's do but soon we found there was much m