On Monday, I slipped into the magic of New York City—the Rockettes, the shimmer of holiday lights, and the kind of energy that only the holiday season in Manhattan can offer. Amid the crowds and the color, one moment stopped me in my tracks. Macy’s was wrapped in thousands of tiny lights, glowing like a storybook scene… but it was the words stretched across the building that caught my breath: Give Love. Simple. Bold. Illuminated for all of us rushing by. In that instant, I felt a quiet shift...

I had it all … Faith, Love, Family, Peace.” A dear friend recently handed me a book by Donna Ashworth , Wild Hope: Healing Words to Find Light on Dark Days. Inside, I found a poem called “Love Came First.” ✨ Love Came First You don’t move on after loss, but you must move with.You must shake hands with grief, welcome her in, for she lives with you now.Pull her a chair at the table and offer her comfort.She is not the monster you first thought her to be. She is love. And she will walk with you...

My family — the beginning of so many chapters of love. The day before my mom passed away, we went to church and out to lunch. It was a simple Sunday. She wore her favorite sweater, and we lingered over the meal longer than usual. We talked about nothing in particular — the weather, the flowers outside the window, a memory that made her smile. I didn’t know it then, but that quiet afternoon would become one of the most sacred chapters in our story. Since that day, I’ve been thinking about how...