Grief and Hope Hold Hands (the year of gathering)
I’m thinking again about the unlikely friendship of grief, and how she loves to hold the hands of hope even in her awkwardness as she leans into our lives,...
friendship of grief (the year of gathering)
I hope you don’t mind if I reminisce a bit. I know spring is approaching and Easter’s on the way, but for me, March will always be the tender...
That’s How We Change the World
I cried a lot last week. Now, in classic Ronne fashion, the tears were tucked away in early-morning prayers and mid-afternoon private ponderings. And as always, I met them...
The Power of Scorched Earth
Today marks 18 years since my mom took her last breath on this earth. No matter what the day brings, there will be both the ache of her absence...
Good Grief, Good Words, and Pieces (some thoughts on a Thursday)
For a girl who loves words that are woven into well-crafted storylines, this season has been a challenging one. I’ve written a lot of things for others, but have...
The Unlikely Friendship of Grief.
I used to think grief was something to get over or to get through. I've learned it's certainly not a thing to cling tightly to for too long, as...
