dear friend,

How can a mom's never-giving-up love be there for her son whether he chooses the streets or is ready for a life change?

He hasn’t written a hit song yet. He hasn’t built a skyscraper—even out of Legos. Yet I delight in this baby of mine.

Can the hard truth also be loving?

What else ya gonna do, Mama Bear?

How can we get a long-term perspective on another rough morning?