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 ReadingLast night, as I was tucking my children into bed, my 7-year-old little old soul, my tiny empath who feels…
Continue ReadingDad, you just turned 70, a milestone I never expected to see. You had your first heart attack in your…
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 ReadingThere’s a kind of loss rarely talked about. It doesn’t come with a funeral service or casseroles from friends. There’s…
Continue ReadingAnother seizure. I watch my daughter’s face crumble. Not just from the pain, but from the weight of it all,…
Continue ReadingAn open letter to youth hockey: The tape is still wet on the stick of my second-year bantam who ended…
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,…
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