There are moments in life when we make plans so carefully that we begin to believe we know exactly how our story will unfold. We prepare. We research. We imagine every detail. And then God reminds us that His plans can look completely different from our own. My birth story was one of those moments. I had spent months preparing for the birth I wanted. My plan was to have a natural, unmedicated birth with the midwives at Danbury. I wanted to trust my body, experience labor natu

There are some things in life you understand only after you experience them. For me, motherhood is one of those things. I became a mother at 35, and becoming a mom has been one of the most beautiful, transformative experiences of my life. I love being a mother in a way I could never have fully understood before having my daughter. But motherhood also brought an unexpected realization. I wish I had started sooner. That is difficult for me to admit because I understand that tim

Some stories begin with an idea. Others begin with a moment. For me, Noely, A Tiny Miracle began with a tiny four-pound baby, an unexpected early arrival, twelve days in the NICU, and a completely new understanding of what it means to call something a miracle. When I first began writing Noely, A Tiny Miracle, I wasn't simply trying to write a children's book. I was trying to capture a season of my life that I knew would pass far too quickly. I wanted to remember the little th

Parenthood comes with an endless stream of decisions. Some are enormous, while others seem small at first but gradually become part of our children's everyday lives. One decision I began thinking about very early was screen time. We live in a world surrounded by screens. Phones are in our hands, televisions are in our homes, tablets are marketed to children, and countless videos and apps promise to entertain or even "educate" babies. As a parent, I completely understand why s

Working from home is something I am deeply grateful for. There is a gift in being able to walk into another room and see my baby during the workday. There is a gift in hearing her little sounds from down the hall, holding her between meetings, feeding her without having to rush out of an office, and watching small moments of her childhood that I might otherwise miss. I know that many mothers do not have this opportunity, and I never want to take it for granted. But gratitude