Growing up, my mom was always the one I talked to. Then, she passed away when I was only thirteen...

As a little girl, I observed the life of my mother and vowed to be different. Better. More intentional. I promised myself that I would...

Even when he did seemingly nice things like drop us off at church, he was really only doing it because it was on the way to a bar...

Sometimes our plans are not “our” plans. Life has a funny way of showing you that. Buckle up, because you’re in for a wild story...

There were seven of us children in the family, and I was the fifth one. The life of our parents was one of compassion and giving...