The Moments We Stand

My sweet daughter Bailey sent me a copy of a paper she wrote for a college English class at her high school:
So Much More Than a Coat
It was a power struggle. Mother against son. All morning long, from seven AM until the bus arrived. They went round after round; the unwavering will of a protective mother against the stubborn determination of an “independent” little boy. Today, this...

 “What is the story behind the name The Moments We Stand?”
It all started out of no where. One day I just felt this pulling—this incredible prompting— that I needed to write our story. I needed to get it out of my head. I needed to start a blog.
I was so scared I could hardly breathe. I was on my knees all morning begging for a different option, but I knew it was what I had to do. The anger—that had been stuck inside of me—got excited for a minute, and I remember saying out loud, “All right...

 It seems there are a lot of new faces here. I always love a week when Dateline or Dr Phil reruns play and I make so many new friends. Instead of answering all of you in my DMs I want to reintroduce myself and my family and tell you a little more about...

 I am so excited!!!
One of the greatest gifts I have been given over the last 11 years has been being able to sit with others who have felt deep grief and loss. Out of all the things I have felt prompted to do in my healing, it has been those hundreds of moments—connecting...