He loves trucks, tractors and all forms of transportation. When he saw the mixer truck he told his momma, that orange mixer truck looks like the sunrise. My daughter's text to me said how can a toddler be so strangely poetic? Good question, maybe it's a spark. One of the mystical teachings of Judaism according… Continue reading God Sparks
I've felt this before. Uncomfortable. Unsettled. Agitated. It happened every time I was pregnant, especially at the end. Hard to sleep. Hard to breathe. Ready but the time not quite right yet. With my last one I had nerve pain of some sort down one leg all the way until he arrived. I think he… Continue reading Holy Discomfort
I never knew why older people cried at weddings. It seemed obvious to me that it was a happy time. I didn't get it. I met Julie when I was an 18-year-old freshman at Texas A&M. We decided to be roommates the next year and have been close friends since then. I'll never forget the… Continue reading Whispers
Dr. Cindy Ryan 