The View from the Hospital Recliner
The time was roughly 9:30 p.m. when I walked into room 108 with my overnight bag, pillow in hand, and…
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The 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…
Continue ReadingGrief is supposed to follow rules. A beginning, a middle, an end. A reason. A name. But what happens when…
Continue ReadingA little over a year ago, four girls at Pepperdine—no, four beautiful friends—passed away tragically in a car accident. I…
Continue ReadingDo you believe in signs? I do. I find them everywhere. In the tree my siblings planted at our cabin…
Continue ReadingI’m not a sports mom. We aren’t a sports family. My husband loves video games. He doesn’t like football. I…
Continue ReadingForty-nine years. Almost half a century. For many, that’s a lifetime. That’s how long they were married. Losing my dad…
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 ReadingAfter my grandmother died, I expected grief to follow some kind of order. Maybe not a checklist, exactly—but something linear.…
Continue ReadingI found my graduation picture in my dad’s wallet. It’s one of the last things I physically have of his…
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