The signs started to reveal themselves in January 2011. To the untrained eye, everything would have looked the same but for me, her Mama, who knew her better than anyone, I could see things weren’t right. The dancing in the kitchen after dinner stopped. Her nails were no longer painted in bright shiny colours. Photography ceased as did her desire to learn to drive or do anyth....
There was a couple in our church that were barren. I don’t know the medical reasons for it – I just remember watching their struggle to conceive. I remember how as a church we rallied around them; how we stood with them as they responded to altar call after altar call praying for a miracle. Every time another round of IVF failed, we built them up with our words and prayers ....
Art and creative expression has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. But for the last 20 years, in between raising my four children, I have been painting and exhibiting as a visual artist. My art is intentional. I definitely have an agenda. I want to make people feel good. It’s not complicated, I want to release peace, joy, love, into people’s lives through....
This week I had the privilege of interviewing a remarkable young woman, Genevieve Clay Smith. A filmmaker and social entrepreneur she is also the co-founder of not-for-profit organization Bus Stop Films, which teaches members of diverse and marginalized communities how to create short films that voice their experiences. A committed Christian, Genevieve’s work as an advocate f....
Dear Mr Neurologist, I know you were trying to be realistic. I know you were trying to spare us unnecessary expense. I know you were doing your job. And I know you were certain that your counsel was true. 15 years ago, my husband and I sat with you in a little room for 15 minutes. We brought to you our precious son with concerns about developmental delays. You gave him direct c....
