Happy Valentines day my lovelies. If you, like me, have spent decades navigating an emotionally (and physically) abusive relationship, today can be really. really. really hard. Today is a day where, in full transparency, we (as humans, not women or men) are supposed to remember the sacrifices of St. Valentine (who was tortured and beheaded
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The last box unpacked…
We moved into our little heritage home almost 3 years ago; our shelter and safe respite. We moved from luxury, comfort, acreage, largess, and wealth into a home that hadn’t seen an update since maybe the 80s; a house that creaks and groans; that has its own smells, its own histories; it rocks and sways
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Are we all truly wanted and loved by God?
A little over a year ago my parents gave each of us a DNA test through Ancestry.com for Christmas. At the time, I wondered, why now? Our family history is mired in secrets and things you just don’t talk about. However, my older brother had a keen desire to know and had long been digging