Eight months and 15 days. That’s how long it’s been. Will I ever stop counting time from the day he died? Episodes of sobbing are fewer now, though maddeningly unpredictable. Last Week I spoke at a meeting of moms at a parish in Chandler. I didn’t feel I could authentically speak without mentioning the recent…

I delight in little surprises; vivid splashes of color in the desert, a dandelion breaking through a crack in asphalt, decorative lace on an apron, a giggle from a toddler after a tumble instead of the expected wail. I wonder if such unexpected glimpses of beauty are intrinsically linked to the Mystery of the Resurrection?…

I happened across some thoughts Evan saved on his computer. His words serve as a glimpse into the heart of our beloved son. He could not have known the ultimate heartbreak of these past few months, but he got it right. Our love for him and for each other (which is rooted in God’s infinite…

Grief is completely irrational. It also has a way of sneaking up on us when we least expect it. At a retreat center recently, I sat to put on my socks when it dawned on me, “Oh, this is a rocking chair!” That simple thought brought an unexpected deluge of tears and sobs as I…