After Diagnosis: Letting Go of The Way We Were

I was no stranger to T1D when my son was diagnosed with the disease at age five. My sister has been living with T1D since she was sixteen years old, and my brother died as he was being diagnosed with the disease when he was just eight years old. I was born eighteen months after my brother’s death as the replacement for the child my parents had...

I’m the texting type – a day in the life of T1D

I have been surrounded by loved ones affected by type 1 diabetes (T1D) my entire life—first as a sister, and then as a mother. And while raising a child with T1D has certainly given me a front-row seat to the challenges of managing this complicated disease, it was only recently that I was invited to step into the moccasins of a friend who has...

A Walk to Remember

  The rain fell in continuous sheets that week, as it had for most of the summer and early autumn. Every day I checked the weather report, wondering if this would be the first year we would walk in the rain at the annual JDRF Walk to Cure Diabetes. But Walk Day arrived, and with it, a miraculous parting of the clouds, and the first...

Through a Child’s Eyes

  This photo has stood sentry on my dressing table for as long as I can remember. It’s one of those cheesy shopping mall photos - the Christmas tree isn’t real, but the smiles on my boys’ faces certainly are. In the eyes of the one, I see the strength and assurance that comes with being the first-born. In the eyes of the other, I see the...

Fear

  I had walked underneath this tree countless times over the years. On every daily neighborhood walk with my trusted four-footed friend. Every Sunday afternoon walk with my husband. Every walk with my daughter, lacrosse stick in hand, ball bouncing.   Never was I even remotely suspicious of the potential danger looming overhead....

When Light Breaks Through the Darkness

  They called it a bomb cyclone; I call it forty-four hours without power. Forty-four winter hours with no heat. No light. And not even cell service.   We were all bracing for the winter nor’easter to rear its ugly head, interrupting our weekend plans with sheets of driving rain. We wondered if we would make it to our daughter’s...

I’m Bonnie and I’m a hope hunter. I hunt for hope in the hard seasons of life, believing beauty can be found everywhere, even in the brokenness.

On these pages, I write about life in all its beauty and messiness, convinced that hope glimmers even in the darkest of shadows.

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