One word at a time.
There was a morning not long ago when dawn slipped quietly through the windows of my office, washing the room in soft, golden light. Before the emails arrived, before the meetings began, before the world asked anything of me, there was only stillness. I wrapped my hands around a warm…

There are things my heart and mind will never be in concert over. The death of someone I loved is one of those things. Human nature…

It is December, and the world feels too loud, too fast, and too demanding. “Happy, Merry and Joyful” greet me at every turn, but in…

“How can we seek a compassion that can stand in awe of what ‘people’ have to carry, rather than stand in judgment at how they…

I love the early morning, that momentary gap, where the borders of day and night are ill-defined. The momentum of life is stilled, and the…

I’m Lori.
I’m living a messy, gritty, growing, and beautifully redemptive story. I’m a solo mom to five incredible human beings, standing at the edge of an empty nest and learning to embrace the bittersweet beauty of a new season.
I’m a woman of deep faith, endlessly curious, chaotically creative, and unapologetically living on the bright side of broken. I believe healing is holy, grace changes everything, and the places that once nearly undid us often become the very places God uses to tell His greatest stories.
I’ve learned that God rarely wastes our pain. He doesn’t lead us through something without purpose, and more often than not, the very thing we wished we could skip becomes the most meaningful part of our story.
This is a place for honest essays about faith, motherhood, loss, hope, healing, and finding God in ordinary moments. These are simply bits and pieces of my story—shared in the hope that somewhere within them, you’ll recognize a little of your own.
Welcome. I’m so glad you’re here.