New Beginnings

In the hours between when we knew we were going to lose Peyton and when they pronounced him, his father and I were approached by a representative from the Texas Organ Sharing Alliance about donating his organs.  We immediately agreed.  You see, about 2 months before,...

Not All Wounds Are Visible

I’m a member of a private group on Facebook that is just for mothers who have no surviving children.  There is a connection shared between these women that only another mother in the same situation will understand.  Death is never easy – any kind of death – but losing...

You Are Not Invisible

As a teacher, I see a variety of kids every day.  Some I grow very close to, others only allow me to know their name, rank and serial number.  When I look at all the faces, all the potential, I often wonder what Peyton’s teachers saw when they looked at him.  Did they...

Oh Captain, My Captain

There is something very humbling about realizing that others don’t see you the way you see yourself.  Humbling and a little bit unnerving too. The beauty of Kindness Matters is that it is helping to raise awareness to an ugly and often silent epidemic in our...
The Feathers Of Hope

The Feathers Of Hope

In 1861, Emily Dickinson wrote, “Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all – And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard – And sore must be the storm – That could abash the little Bird That...
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