Susan
The greatest gift bestowed to Susan is that of being a mother. She has worn many hats in her 43 years but being the mom to 5 amazing children (1, 10, 15, 17, 20) is definitely the hat she wears with the greatest amount of pride. Susan does not consider herself a natural writer but rather found the gift of writing as a tool to help her move through grief after her daughters, Anna and Abigail, went to Heaven due to a tragic accident in 2013. Susan has found that the written word along with her unwavering faith in God has allowed her to stay very connected to her daughters and their beautiful lives here and in Heaven. She writes at love-drenched-life.com and is also the founder of Love Rocks, a movement of love and joy that honors her daughters’ lives, love-rocks.org.
Dots and Scribbles: Art Experiences for You and Your Toddler
We spend a lot of time doing art in our house. Being creative has always been a passion of mine, and our three youngest...
Love Rocks on Valentine’s Day & Every Other Day of the Year
Every time our youngest puts her coat on she immediately sticks her hands in her pockets and asks, "Love Rocks?" She knows our routine; wherever...
Parenting with PTSD: Surviving the Intense Waves of Grief
“Mama! Mama! Mama!” I hear my two-year-old call, but I’m lost in my thoughts. She has just come out of the closet wearing her...
A Family is a Family is a Family: A Book Review
It was one of her first art projects at her new school in first grade. She was told to draw a picture of her...
Creating Opportunities for Connection
She sits at her table with a stack of laminated photos of her sisters, each one telling a story about a brief moment in...
The Taming of a Wild Beast: A Girl and Her Dog
We have "that" dog. You know the one that is super naughty most of the time. The dog that isn't your best friend, but rather is always...
Mother’s Day Love From Heaven
Every-other Friday while my daughter was in preschool I had coffee dates with a friend whose five-year-old son had gone to heaven just two weeks...
Dirty Socks: An Unexpected Gift
We are a no-shoes-in-the-house family; at least that is the rule we, or I, set for our family. This means we have a bin...
Anna’s Mom: Being Present Through Grief
Anna was starting first grade and I remember looking at her in the rear view mirror on our way to school, she sat silent...