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I find myself on a plane quite often these days, which thrills my heart to no end. I’ve been making my escape ever since I was a little girl. Open door? I’m going through it. Open window? I’ll press myself up against the screen. I want out. I want to...

As of mid-August 2015, there have been 15 teenage suicide deaths in Clark County, Nevada. Fifteen! In ALL of 2014, there were fifteen teen suicides here. It is shocking to learn that we reached that number in 2015 before school had even started. This is just the county where the aMasongrace...

As other mothers sent their kiddos off to the first day of school today, I made my way to the place where my son died. I haven’t been there since Mason took his own life. I couldn’t go, couldn’t be there, couldn’t see where our lives ended. Until today. My friend’s...

I’ve been on a purge bender lately and I’ve never felt more clarity. Bags and bags of trash, gone. Trunk loads of donations for the Goodwill, delivered. It’s a cleanse of epic proportions and I’m really enjoying myself. Something clicked for me recently and I’m following the prompt to a...

Sometimes we find ourselves in a tough moment. Maybe we created it; maybe it was imposed upon us. Either way, it’s a bad one. We all have bad moments. Sad moments. Scary moments. Sometimes we land in a good moment. A great moment. A lovely one, a happy one. Moments. Our...

Showering has become an issue again. I just cannot force myself to do it regularly. It’s strange how things that were such a high priority once upon a time have become such an unbearable chore. For a year, I wrote and wrote and wrote. I wrote about my feelings, my...

Christmas is my favorite holiday. Was. Christmas was my favorite holiday. I’d deck the house from top to bottom with Christmas décor and my home became a winter wonderland. I remember pulling into the garage one afternoon, sometime in April, and seeing all of the storage bins full of Christmas...

Sometimes, I think I get so distracted with thoughts of death that I limit my ability to focus on life. When I realize I am doing that, the pendulum swings radically in the other direction and I am determined to laugh a little louder, breathe a little deeper, and suck...

Halloween has never been my thing. Oh, I did it up for Mase ‘cause that’s what mamas do, but it’s never been the holiday that really tripped my trigger. Now, even less so. Mase, age 3 As I sip my coffee and consider my evening plans, I’m wondering, “What does a childless...

I saw him in my dream a few nights ago and he was so beautiful! In his early 20's and so amazingly handsome and confident, he had a backpack slung over one shoulder and a relaxed grin on his face. He showed up to travel with me. I was so...