It was around 1993 when I established a writer’s group I called Wordweavers. I found out a year or so ago that the name has since been copyrighted by someone else, so sadly I can only refer to my own “Wordweavers” outside of that official name. My mission was to provide a group where writers […]
Month: April 2013
Is There Any Hope for Me?
Question: I’ve spent much of my life in various forms of counseling or therapy. My parents split up when I was a mere six months old, then my grandfather died and my grandmother took me to a foreign country, leaving me there to live with an aunt and uncle I’d never even met. This was […]
Ask the Counselor
We’re excited to launch our new column, Ask the Counselor, this week. We recognize that there are those days we may need a little more help than those around us are equipped to provide. And while this column isn’t intended to replace any needed professional counseling, we wanted to give you the chance to submit […]
How Sadness Always Hints of Hope
Daddy sang sad songs to me in the car. I was four and then five, and I begged him to sing them one after another as I cried in the seat beside him. There was no safety belt save for his arm that shot lightning-fast across my mid-section if he sensed danger. In spite of […]
When Regrets Turn to Lessons
The phone slices right through the day’s normal. “She’s in her final hours,” the caller says. In a dash, I grab purse and coat and head out for the ninety-minute trip. Ninety minutes that hang like shadows, reminding me of the times I never made that trip. “We’ll be there soon, I promise,” I’d told […]
When Life’s Hurts Press {Too} Real
I spend my days pushing Hope. With friends who have lost jobs, who battle eating disorders, who are in rotten relationships, I listen hard and nod understandingly—I know the pain a little too well. As we sit square in life’s messiness, I’m generous with my Hope as I gently nudge them to be brave in the […]
Where my help comes from
I hear it often, the “Why, God?” that echoes down hallways and into the nothing where it seems no one hears. I feel it in my own body, the ache that won’t be soothed because the hurt is just too deep. Their pain resonates with me, because I have been there, too. I think of […]