Finding Hope Beneath the Blanket of Grief
The grief was exhausting—a thick, wool blanket that hung heavy on my shoulders. Often, I collapsed beneath the weight of…
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The grief was exhausting—a thick, wool blanket that hung heavy on my shoulders. Often, I collapsed beneath the weight of…
Continue ReadingGrief is a funny thing. Sometimes you're able to anticipate the blow, and other times, it hits you in the…
Continue ReadingTo love Christmastime is to love my momma. Everything bright. Everything sweet. Everything happy. She was the embodiment of it…
Continue ReadingMy name is Sarah, and I am Koa's mama—a title I feel privileged to hold. My precious Koa was a…
Continue ReadingI still put cheese on my burgers the way you told me to, and honestly, it’s not because it’s better…
Continue ReadingBefore my mother died but when she was very sick, I was dropping my son off at daycare. When we…
Continue ReadingMy nose. I’ve always hated my nose. Let’s be honest, I’ve hated a lot of my body over the years.…
Continue ReadingI was enjoying getting lost in the large store, books piled high on every shelf. It seemed it didn’t have…
Continue ReadingMaybe this is your first Christmas since you’ve lost a parent. Maybe someone close to you is sick, dying or…
Continue ReadingWhen my husband and I first got pregnant, we weren’t quite sure what to think. We didn’t know if we…
Continue ReadingI didn't mean to cry. It just happened. I wiped furiously at my hot cheeks, hoping my eye makeup hadn't…
Continue ReadingI remember the first holiday after my mom died like it was yesterday. It was probably one of the most…
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