The Empty Chair
The holidays are fun. And hard. I always feel so blessed. And also so empty at times. Each aspect of…
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The holidays are fun. And hard. I always feel so blessed. And also so empty at times. Each aspect of…
Continue ReadingGrowing up, I was a reluctant Catholic. My mother would drag us to church, and I'd go through the motions—fingers…
Continue ReadingAs I've gotten older, I've come to realize my mom was the true magic of Christmas. Throughout my childhood, she…
Continue ReadingMy granny went on hospice this week. My granny, who helped raise my sister and me. Who picked us up…
Continue ReadingLast night, as I was tucking my children into bed, my 7-year-old little old soul, my tiny empath who feels…
Continue ReadingI was 17 years old and a senior in high school when my father passed away after a lengthy battle…
Continue ReadingI don’t remember much about my daughter’s first Christmas. I was 24, my daughter was nearly a year, and my…
Continue ReadingToday is one of those days. I thought baking apples for my family would bring me joy. The joy I…
Continue ReadingMy dad has been gone for over a year. The grief has gotten better, as I had been told it…
Continue ReadingThe time was roughly 9:30 p.m. when I walked into room 108 with my overnight bag, pillow in hand, and…
Continue ReadingI often cry when I remember him. It is common for me to tear up when he enters the conversation,…
Continue ReadingTrigger warning: This post discusses the death of a child. God, did you see me? There in the family waiting…
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