Opening My Heart To You

This is a direct excerpt from my book, Reclaim the Joy of Motherhood. Having to admit that I had Postpartum Depression (PPD) meant, at first, that I was flawed, broken, damaged. It meant I wasn’t the strong, in-control woman I thought I was. It meant there was...

God Has A Purpose For Our Pain

I’ll be honest with you, I’m a little nervous about this blog post – not because of what I’m going to say, but because I am stepping out on a giant limb of faith with God. If you know me at all, you would know that I consider myself a...

Baby Blues or PPD?

My son Zackery was born on September 15, 2007. I walked into the hospital in flip flops on a warm early autumn day – but when I walked out again, it was snowing. Little did I expect that it was to be a hundred-year winter in Tahoe, and that my baby and I would find...