Have you ever raced against your own “personal best”? “PB” they call it, and it frees one runner to clap for another, each running an...

Hope is the highway to our desired future. When we keep hoping, we keep pushing, we keep running, we keep watering, we keep praying...

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

I sit in front of my keyboard and find myself unable to write more than a sentence on any given subject. As I look to express the various...

“Kiara, I’m running out of questions to ask you,” the neurosurgeon joked. "You really don't need any further medical treatment..."

Oh, how I love the attention God pays to the detail. And why should we be surprised? The God who delighted in defining the atom, in...

And why should we expose the weaknesses and faults, the sins and shortcomings in our lives? There is a danger to “hanging it all out there”.

The morning after Kiara’s first shower, I am surprised to see her come through to the lounge for school with her head uncovered. Our...

I’m nearly swallowed whole as we start 2019 two weeks ago. (Two weeks?! Feels like a whole term!) Kiara is back in the mix with her...

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

My heart can’t lay down the bereaved parents who have followed our journey with passionate prayers and broken dreams. I write a post and...

Kiara has recently noticed that she is unable to raise her left eyebrow. She tries to look surprised, but looks skeptical instead, and we...

I’m peering into the bathroom mirror, watching the reflection of Kiara nimbly plaiting my hair in her special fancy way, and remembering...

I’m living normal, going to gym, doing my own shopping in my sweaty running kit and bright pink takkies. I’m reading the specials and...

Where do I begin? From having to move to a bigger venue, to having to open the doors early due to the sheer press of the crowds, people...

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...

We’re feeling on top of the world today. Kiara seems to have had no neurological setbacks at all from the op. Her O.T. assessments show a...

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,...

This journey of ours, and the journey of life, often feels like we’re making circles around the same mountain as we pass through moments...

Words and life have always been synonymous for me. I struggle with small talk, and with what I would call ‘gushy’ compliments. I find...