My firstborn was six years old when her little brother was born. She beamed at the sight of him, holding…Continue Reading
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I can’t even count the number of times I’ve thought, said, or heard the phrase I can’t wait for this…Continue Reading
Suicide. Depression. Anxiety. Anger. Sadness. Fatigue. These were common themes of my childhood. My paternal grandma committed suicide three years…Continue Reading
There’s a phrase I use to describe myself on the regular. It may be cliche and overused, but I find…Continue Reading
I never wanted to be here. Carting my child from one therapy appointment to another. Arguing with the insurance company…Continue Reading
You would never think to call yourself “strong” during this time, would you, friend? You feel like you are the…Continue Reading
Mama. The whispered voice is heard coming from my open bedroom door. My seven year old walks over to me,…Continue Reading