Sitting in my office, tears streamed down my face. I was a mess. My daughter had died a few months earlier, and the sorrow threatened to drown me. I felt broken, numb, and overwhelmed. I sat there desperately in need, with no idea what to do about it. Fortunately, I…
Today is Emma’s birthday. It’s her day, my youngest daughter. Fifteen on the 15th. Her golden birthday. Driver’s permit. Freshman year of high school. A full-fledged teen. My thoughts slip back to her birth, two weeks early but full of life. Beautiful. Dark…
Dear Me, at 33, Hello, sweet one. It’s me, at 43. Ten years and I’ve got to tell you, it’s been, well, tough, to say the least. There’s a part of me, um, of us, that wants to warn you of what’s to come. I…
Sweet girl, I miss you. It’s hard to believe over 9 years have passed since I last saw your smile, heard your giggle, felt your squeeze wrapped around my neck. I think about you. all. the. time. I wonder what you would be like: your interests, your talents, your…
I remember the moment. My youngest daughter and her dad had been admitted to the hospital in critical condition. A matter of life and death. staring at the carpet, the weight of reality pressed deep in my soul, squeezing my heart. The morning started as usual: a quick walk. The…