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 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…
Continue ReadingYou weren’t planned. The surprise of all surprises, to say the least. But this is not how your story was…
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