I haven’t written in a very long time. I haven’t had the words. I haven’t felt the purpose. I used to pour my heart out into these pages and post the blog on social media for friends and followers to read and share. It helped to have an outlet, to...
Friday was the day I hit rock bottom. I’ve heard this term before but never truly experienced it for myself. Imagine a spiral staircase with the spiral so tightly wound that you can’t see more than a step or two ahead. I’ve been descending that staircase for a while now....
This is my letter to Mason. I originally posted this on September 1, 2013, three months after losing my son to suicide. It popped up in my Facebook reminders today, and I wanted to share it again to give my friends and followers some insight into the Grief journey and...
If a man is poisoned and dying in a restaurant, he won’t sit quietly in the corner of the room. He won’t modestly put his head down while the poison overtakes and kills him. He’ll sputter and froth at the mouth and clutch the arm of the person closest to...
Memory is a funny thing. It can recall the most random of moments and erase the most necessary facts. It will remind you of what you wish you could forget and deny you the very thing for which your mind searches. Memory does what it wants, when it wants. Try...
Today I dreamed of him… I saw his face. I saw him smile at me. I spoke with him and soaked up the goodness of him. I wanted to share him with the world, to tell everyone he was back. I spoke to a few people and kept repeating the same...
I recently got to spend the day fangirling one of my favorite authors, Rob Bell, on the last day of his “How to Be” tour. I loved his book, How to Be Here, and my sweet friend surprised me with tickets to this event for my birthday. I’m not even...
This morning, a friend wrote a very vulnerable, broken post on Facebook. She has recently been diagnosed with cancer and every doctor’s appointment reveals more and more terrifying news. She has the bravest faces I’ve ever seen. She has one for every day, one for every outfit, one for every...
I took my niece to a movie today. It wasn’t for her. She is on vacation from school and probably bored out of her mind but I invited her to a movie just because I wanted to go. I’m supposed to be working, I am. I work. I just do...