Basketball has held a prominent place in my world for as long as I can remember. I never donned a uniform, heard my name called as part of the starting lineup, or experienced the thrill of scoring a single basket. However, as a coach's daughter, I had a front-row seat

I have been that mother picking a screaming child off the dirty floor of a Target store while he expressed his deep disappointment about not being able to obtain his 100th pack of Pokemon cards.  Stomping feet were the mode of communication used by my youngest for multiple years. Future

You retreated into the stillness. It was lonely and heartbreaking. What did you hear in the silence?   You are not alone. Your emotions are tangled right now, and you are doing your best to unravel and find some meaning. You can clearly identify the healthy people that bring laughter and unconditional

When I was going through cancer treatment I practiced a daily ritual of resting my weary head in my then husband’s lap and asking him, “Is everything going to be okay?”  He would rub my bald head and reassure me.  The words he spoke were hollow in that he had

This time of the year always brings forth a flood of emotions.  I can vividly recall sitting in our basement in Cary, North Carolina anxiously watching Selection Sunday on the oversized television. Honestly, I wasn’t entirely certain what the regions and brackets truly meant…but I would hold my breath until

My sister Nicole and I were sharing our daily chat when she mentioned the concept of RADICAL ACCEPTANCE. The idea intrigued me, so I searched for a deeper understanding of the meaning behind those two words. My personal definition of radical acceptance was… to completely embrace without resistance. Further reading,

I embraced the thrill of the beginning, as the winter sun signaled a new day.  Remembering I had promised Grant we would start 2020 with a power walk, I threw on a hat and laced my sneakers.  The soundtrack to Frozen 2 blared through my headphones as I connected with

As I walk down the aisles of the world’s marketplaces, I snatch up my heart’s desires. There is an unending list of wants that I just cannot exist without. And yet, I never seem content. I continue my search convinced that the next purchase will finally complete me. If only…when

There are universal stages of grief that seem to be experienced by individuals from all walks of life. However, I believe the process of healing is quite personal and entirely unique. When Ted and Lisa Miller lost a treasured friend to cancer on September 25, 2018, I knew there was

“Heather, don’t drop the throw pillows on the grass. They might get dirty.” A man wearing a tool belt disappeared behind the parked car to retrieve a rather large wooden sign that creatively captured scrolled initials hanging by a brightly colored ribbon.  I watched in awe as a puffy comforter,