Today is an important day for my family. As I write these words, it’s the tenth anniversary of a house fire that not only destroyed our home, but snatched away the breath of my youngest daughter and set me on an unexpected journey of loss and sorrow . . . as well…
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…