It wasn't what I was looking for. I'd been eyeing a used Chrysler Pacifica, but when we stopped by the dealership the Pacifica wasn't available. The salesman, an elderly gentleman with a slight lean on his right leg and a jaunty sort of walk, grunted that there was something similar on their back lot and… Continue reading A Goodbye To A Bad Car
In Alabama this week something unexpected happened. For the first time in 25 years a Democrat won a Senate seat. The odds were stacked against Senator Jones, but despite this, he won with a 1.5% lead over his opponent, accused sexual predator, Christian extremist, and twice removed from office, Judge Roy Moore. If you've read my… Continue reading Alabama Would Make Mama Proud
I remember writing frantic Facebook posts about the big things happening or potentially happening, hoping that by putting words to these dreams of bigger, greater things they might somehow become more real than layers of code splayed across my cell phone screen. Inevitably those flights of fancy and delusions of grandeur never materialized out of… Continue reading A Do Nothing B*tch
I started having panic attacks in high school. I didn't know that's what they were at the time. I thought maybe something was wrong with my brain. I blamed them on lack of sleep or not eating enough for breakfast. Like clockwork they'd arrive, first period, about 20 minutes into the school day. I'd be… Continue reading Deep Quiet – Finding Calm In The Midst Of Panic
I never speed. I'm religiously faithful to speeding limits. I keep my hands at ten and two and scan the horizon for traffic signs and police. I'm cautious. When I test drove a sports car the salesman told me to open her up and see what she could do. I opted not to and instead… Continue reading The Space She Held
Reflecting on the things I've learned about my mother in the first year since her death.
The 30th and 31st years were hard. A dear family member lost to suicide. My mother lost to cancer. A baby lost to miscarriage. And a father lost to old age. Three funerals, one casket, two large urns, one small. One family caught in the middle, surrounded by heartbreak, tear stained cheeks because we can't… Continue reading My 32nd Year
Layers of makeup can't hide the pain of loss.
Hello, dear hearts! It's been so long. And I have so much to tell you. Seven months ago I started an amazing journey into beauty and all things beauty related. For those of you who follow this blog, you know its main focus has been my mental health and coping with grief and the death… Continue reading Where I’ve Been And Where I’m Going
When grief takes on the form of a gnawing ache, rather than a sharp, stabbing pain.