That’s what mothers are. We are not all optimists in the cheery, rainbow sense. We are optimists when it comes to our own ability to endure
Seeing Her Again
Despite the empty pit in my heart that took up residence when my baby sister died, I feel as though I am “seeing” her every morning when the sun comes up when that little voice calls my name from her crib.
What I Learned From The Death of My Son
Losing my son has made me appreciate my other children even more. I understand that life is not guaranteed, even to the young and wonderful. I understand that every single moment is a moment that will never come back, so I have to enjoy it while I can.
Life and Death in the Dressing Room
You are trying to pretend that you are on just another mother-daughter shopping trip. But the stakes have never been this high. Prom? Hah. Wedding dress? Who cares. This is about life with a capital L. You are terrified.
What Should we do if we See a Bear?
With little outdoor experience and a tendency to run as anxious as my daughter, at the time I had researched what to do if you encounter a bear in the woods.
How I Talked to my Kids about the Death of a Parent
Telling my young kids their father had died was probably the worst thing I have ever had to do.
Finding Peace After the Death of a Pet
In the depth of my grief, I found poignant gratitude for the opportunity to have experienced such deep love for a furry friend.
Unexpected News
We discuss, we talk, we make a plan to apologize for mistakes, to ask for forgiveness. It’s all he can do.
The Dirt on the Grave
Last week a friend of mine sent me a picture of her 16-year-old son’s grave. She finds comfort in visiting and what struck me was the dirt.
I Wish I Could Stop Time
By Kathy Glow. I know about too late, and it guts you.