In short,
I write about lament, grief, and single motherhood.
How we got here is a long story, but here’s what you should know about me: I’m a widowed mama.
My husband died suddenly in August of 2022 from cancer induced stroke, only 2 months after being diagnosed with leukemia. Our daughter was 2 years old.
But I can honestly say the Lord has truly held us close as we’ve wept and wrestled since that horrific loss.
It’s my prayer that this space helps us to see God’s grace, grace that doesn’t take away the pain of living in this broken world, but grace that helps us believe that he is with us and he is good to us. Even when the days are hard.
So come sit and rest on this figurative porch. Let the sun warm your face and the air fill your lungs. Your tears are welcome here. Together we will gaze out upon grace in the face of death.
And “the south porch” means…
The South Porch is also a real place, a literal south facing wooden porch, a place that has served as a refuge, a place for friendship, for deep thoughts, for writing, for crying. The South Porch was a grace to me for many years, hard years.
I pray my words would be a place that embodies the care that porch provided me.
Interested in joining me?
