The Weight of Twenty Years

The Weight of Twenty Years

Twenty years ago the 26th of this month, I gazed upon the lifeless body of the boy who made me mom. Spencer was a few weeks short of 22, a young man really, but always a boy to his mom, as I point out to my other two sons, who are now fully men. Twenty years. It...

Spencersmom.com Turns 10!

 I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:14 Blog: (noun) a website containing a writer’s or group of writers’ own experiences, observations, opinions, etc. Blogged, blogging (verb)  August...
Seeking the Cross – Finding a Garden

Seeking the Cross – Finding a Garden

  It was pathetic – but also kind of sweet, like an ugly puppy. There we were, staring at the cold dirt, two signs of spring – a smatter of purple crocuses and two next door neighbors talking to each other. Really, this is Cape Cod. It draws people who can’t run...

For Those Who Can’t Forget

***** This is intentionally reposted the day after the day we all remember. Originally posted September 2014. For those whose 9/12 is just as hard as 9/11.   He heals the brokenhearted
 and binds up their wounds. He determines the number of the stars; he...