In my worst moments as a mother, the moments where I am cursing my family or getting angry about how much I have to do, I often experience this extreme moment of panic.
The death of a child is unimaginable. Your heart breaks into a million pieces as you ponder what their life would be like.
Loss changed me. It broke me. But it built me up in the most beautiful way. Scott's death gave me a new perspective on life. It showed me what's important.
I did get the chance to say goodbye to my mom and spend time with her.
My father died—from a cancer that could have been prevented. In fact, the majority of skin cancer is preventable.
When something feels wrong, it usually is.
The condemnation of abortion under any circumstance, which has once again played such an influential part in the outcome of our recent presidential election, pushes grief and depression into dangerous black spots.
But it’s okay to live when our children do not. It’s okay for us to find purpose and happiness again.
“He is on a planet just for dogs, called Dog Planet,” my husband and I both say.
Like so many others in America, I was devastated by the shooting at Sandy Hook School that claimed the lives of 20 first graders and six educators, and resolved that day to never again be silent.