Twenty-nineteen, the year that started with a stroke of the cheek from a waking miracle, has accelerated as fast as the miraculous healing of the child that w...

Words are flying in the morning as the children come rushing into our bedroom demanding justice. This one said that and that one responded like this, and int...

We are home. The make-up on my face, the self-sufficiency on my shoulders, the girding of my abdomen in anticipation of a blow... I allow all of it to fall t...

I find that sympathy breaks my focus. When I’m climbing a vertical slope out of a hot valley, and my husband keeps asking me if I’m okay, his expressed conce...

January waits for no woman! Time is flying, days are busy, I’m trying to keep up. Holidays are over - the boys have cricket trials... do they have uniforms? ...

It’s hard not to do cartwheels down the hospital passage. I couldn’t suppress a few skips and jumps. My ballerina is pointing her toes on both feet. She can w...

Kiara has always loved physical touch. One of her favourite things to do with her daddy has always been to cup his face and stroke his beard with her hands. ...

We were up with the birds this morning. What does this new day in this new year hold? None of us know, I guess. All living on daily mercies. I feel a sense o...

My God has never been a pushover parent. Kind and gentle and present, yes, but never mollycoddling me or letting me get away with less than my best. He is to...

It’s been a week. Day 7 was a great day. A beautiful day, really. While Kiara is not yet awake, she has been responsive with her left side, squeezing our han...

One of my favourite things to do with Kiara when she was a newborn baby was to place my finger in her soft little hand and feel her squeeze it. I remember my...

It is Day 6. I am weakening. I couldn't get out of bed and go to my girl this morning. Daddy is with her. We've shift-cared for our children before. I though...

1. Kiara has remained stable all day. There were even faint flickers of improvement. They may be nothing, but they may be something. 2. Kiara’s dedicated nur...

My eleven-year-old son, Jed, has a habit of burning his toast. It’ll pop up, beautifully brown all over, and he’ll put it down again because it’s not dark en...

We have the privilege of living within walking distance from the beach. I love listening to the sound of the waves at night, and I love sitting on the beach ...

When you work hard, you need to rest smart. All of us have experienced that feeling when you need a holiday from your holiday. And sometimes that’s okay, whe...

I’m just going to be honest here and admit that sometimes my home feels out of control. Sometimes I feel like my head is spinning with a whirlwind of request...

My child had me absolutely stumped. I was beyond frustrated. I had moved onto desperate weeks ago. I just didn't know what to do. I had tried everything. Bei...