The Pickle to Me

This week marks two years since my Mom’s stage 4 diagnosis. I knew she hadn’t been well for quite some time. I had even gently whispered THA...

  My heart is very heavy. So terribly, horribly heavy.  You think I should be better. Feel better. Handle it better. You think I’ve had clos...

Remember when you were pregnant? Everything and I mean everything, revolved around the pregnancy. What you ate. Where you traveled. Or n...

Finding myself, more often recently, giving excuses for the rudeness around us. I’m not exactly sure where that is coming from, but I seem...

  My broken heart won’t exactly heal. It hurts even more when you tell me it will.   Someday I’ll be with her again. Some day isn’t ...