An Assortment of Thoughts and Experiences
"If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever." The carrot laid untouched and uneaten on the floor. I picked it up, staring at it and wondering how I never noticed that we were not in the habit of picking up crumbs thrown to the ground by our children. In fact, whenever we … Continue reading What the World’s Greatest Dog Taught Me About Faith
June 4, 2008. I was 15 and having the worst day of my life. Over a decade later, it is still the worst day of my life; over a decade later, it feels like it was only yesterday that I found my brother unconscious. My birthday was the previous day and much to my surprise, … Continue reading Overdosed and Overwhelmed: An Account of My Brother’s Overdose, Part 1
I left work and found my husband on our couch staring ahead into a future that was unknown for us both. I looked down, lightly touching my pregnant belly and then sat down, pulling his head into what little space was left available in my lap. I wanted to be the unwavering source of support … Continue reading The Sound of Silence
You can drown in grief. Often enough when I feel that I’ve made my way to shore, I’m swept away yet again, lost in the midst of the pounding waves. Some hit me at such a force that I think I’m close to giving in, ready to succumb to it all. Other times the waves … Continue reading The Power of Grief
“Chickens?” My husband looked at me, his face showing both interest and confusion. I nodded, “I want chickens.” I grew up with a big yard and plenty of room to run. In fact, for my ninth birthday, my parents decided there was enough room for a pet lamb. I remember walking into the front yard … Continue reading We Sold and Bought a Home During the Pandemic
You cried for me last night. This wasn’t a normal cry, but a cry that I felt in my heart and in my bones. It was a cry for me, your mama, and I knew it. I went into your room and you immediately stood. Your hair was stuck to your face from the tears … Continue reading An Open Letter to My Toddler
Her kicks have become a comfort for me, like fresh air after a day indoors. They come at random times, but I've noticed how strong she's gotten. One morning after just waking up, I continued to lay in bed with my hand over my stomach, feeling her movements. I think I'll always remember that morning; … Continue reading The Pregnant Blog
In Between the Margins 