As far back as I can remember, being a mother was always my heart’s deepest desire. I may not have realized it then, but from an early age, I started making big life decisions based on the unquestioned belief that I would someday have a

I found out my mother died on vacation in Italy while I was in the NICU with my newborn. Ironically, I rediscovered my love for writing when the words of my mom’s obituary flowed out of me. It was easy to do, honestly. She lived

You are not what happened to you but what you choose to become. At the age of 13, tragedy struck my world. The sun shone brightly at the ballpark, marking the last game of the season. Excitement filled the air as I eagerly scanned the

I lost my middle sister, Carrie, who died by suicide on February 20th, 2017, and my son had his 2nd episode of seizures on the day of my sister’s celebration of life. February 20th and 25th, 2017, are two days that will be etched into

Spiritual Resilience “You wander from room to room hunting for the diamond necklace that is already around your neck.” -Rumi. I spent a lot of my time searching for myself in others only to discover I was the one I had been waiting for that

Problem? Who am I, and what do I REALLY wantSolution – The answer lies within. I am the middle sister of triplets, two eggs, one split, and I am the creation of one of those split eggs. My story is about finding my own unique

I had a dream to create a place of healing for a marginalized and vulnerable population of children who are often invisible to society. This dream became a reality after a 15-year journey, arduous seed planting, and multiple obstacles. Fifteen years ago, my world was

I was diagnosed with a serious autoimmune disease. They said I may end up in a wheelchair and advised me not to have another child. After a long and somber conversation with the doctor, I was handed a bottle of pills and a pamphlet. Before

Over the course of my life, I have had to demonstrate resilience a lot. The time that comes to mind first was when I got the phone call that my mother had died after undergoing elective surgery in Victoria, Brazil. It’s 2005. I’m 21 years

At 28, my father’s unexpected passing became the pivotal moment that propelled me into being the resilient woman I am today. My head rested on my dad’s chest as he drew his final breath. He passed away surrounded by family, except for his mother, who