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I haven’t written in a while because I haven’t been able to put into words the Feelings that have consumed me these past couple of weeks. I am on a journey I never imagined. I have met travelers along the way who have Found themselves on a similar journey. Their...

I’ve been a little MIA lately, I know. I normally post each week, as topics bubble up and pester me until I write about them. I had planned to write while on holiday in Bali, Indonesia, with my Aussie family… but something really weird happened that prevented me from doing...

Picture a dry erase board with tons of black and red writing all over it… ideas, thoughts, comments, quotes, plans, list of things to do. Then imagine taking a stiff, dried up eraser and trying to wipe the board clean. It leaves a ton of smudged ink behind. Now write...

Newsflash: I have been sobbing on and off all day. Shocker, right? Holly is crying again. Holly is missing her boy again. Holly is posting a picture of Mason on Facebook again. Will it ever stop? Will she ever move on? Lemme answer that: nope. I am forever paralyzed, forever...

Last night, I was called “religious” and I almost fell out of my chair. I am not kidding. One of my girlfriends was sharing something about herself, and in the middle of our conversation, she said, “I’m not religious, like you.” I almost died laughing! It caught me so off...

As I write this, I’m in Tulum, Mexico, in a gorgeous hotel suite overlooking the ocean… and I am inside a mosquito net, soaked in sweat because this place has no air conditioning. It’s an authentic visit to ‘the nature’ and I am miserable. I am exhausted. My stomach has...

So, it’s a good thing I’m not God.  Seriously. I’m a good person. I have a kind heart, most of the time. I try to be a genuine friend. I’m a decent homemaker (I kiss better than I cook, and I have cleaners… so the bases are covered!) I’m no Mother...

the devil is in the details Each day brings a new set of challenges. It presents different memories, it reminds me of good times and bad, and it gives a new perspective of the details surrounding my child’s final day. Just when I think I’ve come to terms with Mason’s death, a new...