Would you like to add truth to your darkness? I welcome your truth here. There’s a particular ache that comes with being a mother in later years, carrying truths you’ve never spoken aloud. Silence is heavy — sometimes heavier than the pain itself. For decades I stayed...
Writing my memoir wasn’t just about editing costs or cover design. The real cost was emotional, relational, and spiritual. It has taken a toll, but I believe this: truth is always worth more than the pain it takes to tell it.
Have you ever carried a story that surprised you once you began to share it?
🌾 When I first began writing Bones Beneath the Prairie, I didn’t know if I would ever let it see the light of day. For years, the story lived only inside me — in scraps of memory, in family silences, in the ache of questions that never found their answers. But a book...