What You Don’t Know About the Mom Who’s Late To Work
It was a Monday morning, and I was late again. Not because I wanted to be late. Not because I…
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It was a Monday morning, and I was late again. Not because I wanted to be late. Not because I…
Continue ReadingMy sweet little boy, I can hardly believe you will be four soon. You are my firstborn, the reason why…
Continue ReadingTo appreciate the light, you must walk through the darkness. To be whole, you must first be broken. That’s what…
Continue ReadingI was fixing dinner in the kitchen when the ever-present baby monitor on the counter crackled to life. “Daddy, you…
Continue ReadingI was lucky enough to share my first almost-three years of motherhood with my mom, sort of. She had been…
Continue ReadingA realization: left in the dark. A deep shadow cast across who she once was. Cut in half, her heart in…
Continue ReadingMy mother left her mark on everything she touched before she died. She’s been gone for almost a decade. Early-onset…
Continue ReadingWe’re nearing a year since her passing, but I face constant reminders of the life my mother lived. The sleep…
Continue ReadingI don't belong to myself. Not my thoughts. My body. Or my actions. All I am and all I do…
Continue ReadingFour times I’ve lifted brand new slippery babies up to my chest after bringing them into this big world. Four…
Continue ReadingI was at the grocery store last week buying anniversary cards for my husband and in-laws. After making my selections,…
Continue ReadingMotherless daughter. I’d heard those words but never gave much thought to all they carried until I lost my mom.…
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