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

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

There was a single moment of clarity when I deeply understood that my union was crumbling. We sat side by side on a couch in front of the marriage counselor. I don’t recall the topic being discussed, however there was an unforgettable utterance. When are we going to stop talking about

17 years have passed since the day that I met you. You invited us into an unknown world. I crumbled when the MRI revealed the significant damage to your brain. As your mother, I owned the heavy responsibility of fixing you. How could I straighten your head, enable your eyes

    · Infiltrating ductal carcinoma of the right breast · Carrier of a BRAC2 mutation, designated XG1377ins · 85% change of getting breast cancer in your lifetime · 50% chance of diagnosis of secondary primary breast cancer · 27% of developing ovarian cancer in your lifetime · Increased chance of developing melanoma, colon, throat, and pancreatic

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

A year ago, I sat with my racing thoughts over a cup of steaming coffee. With my trembling hand, I scribbled down five audacious life visions on my notecard. There were no lingering doubts that these longings had indeed come from deep within, but I wrestled with what to do

“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,

Friendship is complicated, sustaining, and quite miraculous. What draws us to one another? Do we match ourselves with someone that exudes some quality that is lacking in our own makeup? Maybe it's the way in which we are transformed in the presence of that special someone that creates the bond.