Names You Call Me

Names You Call Me

On the day a child is born, parents give their bundle of joy a name. This name is pondered, researched, and possibly fought over. The name Leah Heleena means a lot to me. Leah is the name of my mom’s childhood friend, the type of friend you hide in the attic for...
Our Hills and Hearts

Our Hills and Hearts

My husband and I have a running joke about the hill at the end of my childhood driveway. The first time I mentioned the hill he laughed out loud at my reference to what is notably a rather small incline. For years now he will approach my Mama’s house teasingly letting...
“Because of what I know, what will I do?”

“Because of what I know, what will I do?”

When my daughter was little, she taught me a great deal about patience. As she’s grown and evolved into the woman she is today, she’s shown me how to look at the world through a wider lens. Her work over the last two-plus years bears witness to her ability...
Confessions of a MS Girl

Confessions of a MS Girl

Today a dear friend shared a post condemning those being silent on social media. This cherished brother epitomizes the person I would hate to further offend by anything I said. I also doubt I have anything to say that you haven’t already heard. But if my silence...
Disappointed or Discouraged

Disappointed or Discouraged

A few weeks ago, when this viral scare became my life’s reality, I slipped as low into depression as I can ever remember. I’d like to say my emotional vortex was caused by concern for the world, this great nation, our Chattanooga community, or even my family. However,...