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Today marks the end of World Breastfeeding Week 2016. In 2014, when my son was 2 and-a-half, we participated in a special photo shoot to honor World Breastfeeding Week. I remember that afternoon so well, I remember the joy in celebrating the natural and healthy bond between mother and child. I treasure the…(Read More)

My father on hospice

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  This is my dad with his friend Daisy. My father is on hospice, hundreds of miles away. I visited him months ago and am planning another trip soon. He didn’t want to move to Florida where we live. I understand. His roots, his home, his family — are all in Utah. I get it…(Read More)

“Taber, I love you like the sky.” “And the moon Mama.” “Yes, I love you like the sky, and the sun, and the moon.” “And Jupiter.” ***  There’s magic in conversing with my three-year-old son. I delight in watching him play. I am fascinated with the questions he poses and his shared observations…(Read More)

1. May you love. As we begin 2015, may you make an ever-increasingly courageous dedication to embody the force of love. There is no healing power greater than this force on earth. It takes only a cursory read of headline news to see how the absence of love creates profound suffering. May you work…(Read More)

Hospice professionals can completely change how people die, as well as how their loved ones go on living. Joan “No one wants to go in her room,” an outspoken middle-aged man says. “Aunt Joan looks awful.” As the hospital chaplain on call, I’ve been paged to offer support to the family clustered in…(Read More)

It’s a quiet day in the hospital. My footsteps echo down the cold, clean corridor. I pass the gift shop and notice red and green tinsel decorations signifying the season of celebration and light. As a chaplain, I witness people grieve, love, heal, and die. How to wrestle with the reality of the body…(Read More)

Tomorrow You Turn Two

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Tomorrow you turn two. You are my little one, my constant companion, my sweet guy. Soon you will have journeyed twice around our glorious sun. Today, I watch you move, jump, and dance. We practice singing “Happy Birthday” in the mirror. I make up words and blow on your belly. Delight fills my soul as…(Read More)

Tiny Outfits of Wonder

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I now understand why my friend Betsy cried. She helped me fold my newborn son’s clothes and tears of missing rolled down her kind face. Together we marveled at tiny infant onesies, little blue shirts reading “Mama’s Big Guy”, and soft, precious fibers clothing the body of innocence. Betsy’s children are now…(Read More)