Bereavement, cancer, self care

I’m Not Sorry

Today is the two year anniversary of my mother's passing. Leading up to her death-iversary is always difficult. It was made even more difficult by the fight we had with Virginia the last few weeks. I felt like I barely had time to prepare my heart for the incoming surge of grief. I had to… Continue reading I’m Not Sorry

Bereavement, cancer, faith, Mental Health, motherhood

You Are Missing From Me

On the one year anniversary of my cousin's death, his older sister wrote that the French version of "I miss you", translates to, "you are missing from me." She shared that this is how she feels about her little brother since his passing. He is missing from our lives. And while the pain dulls a… Continue reading You Are Missing From Me

Bereavement, Mental Health, Opinion

What Depression Looks Like

In the wake of celebrity suicide there is always an initial push on social media encouraging those who are living with depression and/or suicidal tendencies to reach out if they're considering taking their life. But, the problem is it's just not that easy. While it's a really nice sentiment, most of the time if you're… Continue reading What Depression Looks Like

Bereavement, motherhood, Parenthood

If Mothers Day Is Hard

If Mothers Day is hard, I understand this too well. There were many Mothers Days when I couldn't call my mom. There were years of frustration, pain, and anger. Even after her death I'm still coming to terms with how our relationship did and didn't work and so for me, Mothers Day is hard. My… Continue reading If Mothers Day Is Hard

Bereavement, Influencer Advice, Opinion, Thirties, writing

You Are Where You’re Supposed To Be

A few years ago a peer and I were discussing working independently in a creative field. At that time he was still figuring out which direction he wanted to go and how to get to where he was going, but I knew I wanted to be and I would be a writer. I'd picked up… Continue reading You Are Where You’re Supposed To Be

Bereavement, writing

Sometimes The Whole Chapter Is Garbage (Throw It Away)

I had every intention of sitting down this weekend and dedicating several hours to writing, but the weather was so deliciously warm and gorgeous, I opted instead to spend it outdoors doing yardwork and landscaping. Late Friday evening I'd jotted about 12 paragraphs down, the beginnings of Chapter 11 of my book, and planned to… Continue reading Sometimes The Whole Chapter Is Garbage (Throw It Away)

Bereavement, cancer, motherhood, Thirties, writing

Memory Lane: My Faucet Is Leaking

I'm starting a new series here where I'm sharing old posts from past blogs and giving them new life. I published this in July 2015, just a few months after my mother's cancer diagnosis. Rereading these words, almost three years later, is a surreal experience. And I wanted to share them. "The Faucet Is Leaking"… Continue reading Memory Lane: My Faucet Is Leaking

Bereavement, writing

Writing About Death Is Hard

I didn't sleep great last night. I go through phases with this book where I'm great and I'm writing happy stuff and then a chapter later the shit has hit the fan again. Like life. Life is like that. A few days ago I wrote this scene where a few of the characters are together… Continue reading Writing About Death Is Hard

Bereavement, Mental Health, motherhood, Opinion, Thirties

You Will Not Use Me – Being The Child Of A Social Climber

I grew up knowing with absolute certainty one thing about my mother: she knew how to recognize useful people. For better or worse, she had a keen sense of who she could charm and how to charm them in order to get the most out of that relationship. My mother had a knack for befriending… Continue reading You Will Not Use Me – Being The Child Of A Social Climber

Bereavement, Opinion, Parenthood

A Goodbye To A Bad Car

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