I'm Briana. I blog about faith, family life, marriage, motherhood, homemaking and gardening, teaching, and doing life well in the midst of trials and loss. I’m a home DIYer, a home chef, a passionate adoption advocate, a type A list maker, a craft coffee enthusiast, and I come highly experienced in grieving. I experienced six miscarriages and lost my five-month-old to a congenital heart defect. I am the wife of a school principal, mom to a preteen daughter, and a middle school English teacher, so I spend my days reading with wonderful angsty young people, trying to help them discover who they are and who they can become.
It was a Friday evening, and I stood rummaging through my overflowing closet of clothes, looking for a fall-but-not-too-fall outfit for a harvest festival my husband and I would be attending on Saturday, a tradition that ushers in autumn.
I had my first anxiety attack when I was in my late 20s. I felt breathless, my arms and legs tingled, and I had the strangest sensation to run, yet I was paralyzed in fear.
Young people today have a knack for traveling. I have a close friend from college who will soon successfully complete her 30 countries before 30 personal challenge.
