To the Widow Tired of being Strong
Intellectually, I understand the compliment given to me more times than I can count: "You are so strong." My first…
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Intellectually, I understand the compliment given to me more times than I can count: "You are so strong." My first…
Continue ReadingThe 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 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 ReadingAn open letter to youth hockey: The tape is still wet on the stick of my second-year bantam who ended…
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…
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