I love road trips and being in the car. It’s always been when I think. Maybe because as someone who has been a mother from a young age it is the only moment I get all to myself or maybe ...
For ten months I have driven by Lou Berliner Sports Park on the way to the gym in a haze of sadness, anger, and anxious curiosity. Each time my car exits onto Greenlawn, my stomach starts turning and the gnawing ...
What has death taught me? It taught me to stop saying someday. None of us are promised tomorrow and we need to make each day “someday.” It taught me to live each day to the fullest. Because each day ...
Beep beep beep That's the sound of the alarm on my husband’s watch that woke him up in time for work in the mornings. He wore that watch on his left wrist every day. To work. At the gym. While ...
I think that I have known for some time; but have not been able to put it into words until recently. I have had this gnawing pull to really explore the definition of grieving. This pull has come up from ...
Guys. Parenting is freaking hard. I vividly remember that evening in late August when two pink lines (and later a Clearblue “pregnant”) revealed that Nate and I had created life together and would soon be entering the unknown chapter of ...
As a widow, one of the hardest things for me was opening my heart up to new love. When you open your heart to new love, you take the risk of having it broken. You risk that your new love ...
Since becoming a widow, I inadvertently learned a new emotional vocabulary. One of which I didn’t know even existed. Words such as survivor’s guilt, solo parenting, grief triggers, and duality would have carried zero weight in my life had I ...