I’ll Never Stop Looking for Signs from My Parents
Do you believe in signs? I do. I find them everywhere. In the tree my siblings planted at our cabin…
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Do you believe in signs? I do. I find them everywhere. In the tree my siblings planted at our cabin…
Continue ReadingYou weren’t planned. The surprise of all surprises, to say the least. But this is not how your story was…
Continue ReadingToday, I thought about my dad—just like I do every day. There was nothing special about today. It’s not his…
Continue ReadingTrigger warning: This post discusses the death of a spouse August 5th, 2012 was the last time I saw my…
Continue ReadingIt hit me at the most unexpected time. I was doing laundry, and threw one of my dad’s shirts in…
Continue ReadingI’m not really a cemetery person. I used to feel a little weird saying that out loud—like it meant I…
Continue ReadingDear Mama, Today, take a moment for yourself. A moment to reflect on this powerful journey. And just soak it…
Continue ReadingAfter my grandmother died, I expected grief to follow some kind of order. Maybe not a checklist, exactly—but something linear.…
Continue ReadingI can picture my mom sitting at her dining room table, the whirring of the old sewing machine filling the…
Continue ReadingI found my graduation picture in my dad’s wallet. It’s one of the last things I physically have of his…
Continue ReadingIn June, most people happily turn their attention to Father’s Day, school graduations, and summer vacations. Instead, this year I’m…
Continue ReadingThis was the first sacrament without one of my parents. For the last one, my mom was in the throes…
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