I’m tired. Evidently, I’m not alone because, in the last week, I’ve read several excellent essays about being tired. Our world is collectively at a point of fatigue. We’re tired of the circus in the political arena. We’re tired of the pandemic. Many of us are tired of our economic…

Today is my grief anniversary. Of all the things we mark and memorialize, I think grief is by far the most difficult. I had a friend sincerely ask me why I chose to have a grief anniversary when I could choose to remember Jayson on his birthday instead. My immediate…

Ah, Christmas, a time of stress, expectations, conflicting beliefs, overspending, and overeating. The world transforms into a commercialized winter wonderland filled with deflated Elsas and fake, white, baby Jesuses strewn across the lawns of suburbia. But for some of us, it is also a time of tradition, a time of…

We all have to own our stories. Sometimes that is easier said than done. Sometimes our stories don’t turn out the way we would have written them. Sometimes they are painful and we shy away from them. It’s easy to give other people control of our narrative and we let…

This week has been a tough one so far. My girls are with my parents for their Fall break and I’ve taken the week off to try to get some things done. The house has been quiet. Very, very quiet. I didn’t realize how much I had grown to depend…

Goodbyes I never thought I’d say the words, “My husband is dead.” Really, does anyone? 16 years of joy, laughter, dreams, trailblazing, children, and love — so much love, all came crashing down in the space of 13 months. The illness itself remains unnamed, but it exacerbated other conditions and created…

As a child, I used to spend large amounts of time doing nothing. It fed my imagination, fueled my dreams, and most importantly it taught me how to be aware of myself. I grew up in a small town in a little house in the middle of 20 acres. Away…