It’s been a week since Mom came home, and I’m exhausted. Physically, mentally, emotionally.
It’s so hard to watch the woman that gave birth to you, the woman who raised you to be a badass, the woman who helped you muddle through your own unexpected motherhood….it’s …
Hey Dad,
It’s me again.
Today when I woke up, it was dark in my bedroom and dreary outside with the rain coming down pretty hard. It’s like the world was crying with me. It seemed to feel the sadness that consumes me today. One year later.
It’s been one…
The attendant guided me to a private room where a steaming, bubbly bath was waiting just for me. The whole room smelled like chocolate. The lights were dimmed. A glass of water and more chocolate laid on the side of the bath waiting for me to indulge.
I removed my…
I have this pair of pants. They are like yoga pants, I guess. They are the most comfortable pants I’ve ever worn. I love them so much; I can even remember when and where I bought them. Don’t laugh. But, I bought them at Walmart. My son, then ten years…
Holding onto each moment.
Every morning, my dad would shuffle out into the kitchen and make a noise. He would either cough very loudly or bang the dishes as he unloaded them from the dishwasher; whatever he needed to do to let us know he was awake. …
A Letter to My Dad
Hey Dad,
It’s been six months today. 6 months. You taught me so many things, but never how to do this. Living without you is excruciating some days, and bearable on the rest.
To say this house is empty without you is an understatement. I…
Life Without My Dad
Who would have ever thought that the sight of a pink artificial sweetener packet on my kitchen counter would cause me to break down? Literally send me sobbing to my bed, trying to find my next breath and my composure to carry on with my day…
