Tonight I would like to address the men that have been following this journey, and in particular the writings on this blog: those that...

Where do I begin to tell today’s story? In the midst of the pain or with the news of the victory? That is so often the question. The last...

Kiara has always been able to process emotions quietly and deeply. She seldom has need to talk about them, and when she does release what...

Samuel is nine years old. He joined our family when he was about six. Being originally Zulu, his grasp of technical English is still...

I went silent on you after we arrived home on Friday - distracted partially by gratitude, partially by grief. Gratitude, because every...

We are home. We have loved every moment of sharing this journey with you. Tonight we catch our collective breath as a family. Thank you!...

“If they don’t let us go home tomorrow, I’m seriously gonna scream!” Kiara is grinning as she says it, but it’s a true word spoken in...

I always seem to write while watching children sleep. Today, Ty is cuddled with me in the hospital armchair and Kiara is sleeping in her...

We smile and nod and don’t breathe a word to sway the doctor’s opinion as he ‘Um’s’ and ‘Ah’s’ over whether to release Kiara today. We...

While Richard is watching Kiara sleep this afternoon, I am lying on our bedroom carpet tickling my six-year-old’s back. He told granny...

I always wanted to find a man who would walk five hundred miles and five hundred more because he wanted to be the man who walked five...

I let my daughter go. I let her go day after day. Right from the first time they wheeled her into surgery, I turned around and walked out...

A shepherd should pay close attention to the faces of his flock And hold close to his heart the condition of those he cares for....

When we were kids we used to have this clever way of holding hands to make a swing to carry each other around. We’d link arms in some...

Richard and I had our first argument five days after the accident. We had already agreed on so much in those first few days: whether we...

“Mommy, when can I wear my pointe shoes? I dreamt about them last night.” Kiara greets me this morning with her dreams of the future...

Five days before the accident, our family was gifted a photo shoot. We had been wanting to have one for years, but you know how it goes -...

Can you believe tomorrow is Christmas?! One more sleep and counting! (I can’t help smiling as I’m writing this. Christmas never gets old,...

On 24 December at 23:50, while Kiara was in theatre, my sister, Deb, sent me this message: This sickness will not end in death. It will...

Medicine and miracles have danced a duet for centuries, taking turns at having the lead. Stories of miracles and those needing miracles...