Today is our 13th wedding anniversary and four months since my mother died. Like most important days since her passing, it’s a day filled with joyful memories laced with sorrow. Appropriate that the thirteenth-anniversary gift is lace. My mother’s memory now runs through the fabric of our lives like delicate…

My kids and I have a magical morning commute. Sometimes we notice it; more often than not, we don’t. It somehow gets lost in the shuffle of half-zipped backpacks, unsigned permission slips, missing water bottles, and the background soundtrack to our lives playing on the radio. It’s always something by…

To say that my mother is survived by her three children and their spouses and children would be such a discredit to her legacy. Her offspring, her loves, will thrive after the loss of our beloved mother and Sugar. …

When my mother woke up from her last surgery, a surgery that made it explicitly clear that we were out of options, she asked me if we had time to take one more trip. I found this odd coming from a woman who had become increasingly agoraphobic. Always a homebody…

Scumbag. I’ve never been called one to my face that I can recall, however, I can now add that to my list of titles: mother, wife, daughter, teacher, friend, business owner, and a scumbag. I’m going to take a minute and just say I’m exhausted with this behavior. Why do…

I said to the universe, “I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to watch someone die, I don’t know how to help someone die, I don’t know how to let go. I don’t know how to do this.” She whispered back, “no one does.” I argued…

How do you Parent an Anxious Six-year-old? Running across the bridge, I was smugly satisfied with the start of 2021. I was feeling particularly satisfied with myself after a rough start to the morning. As I ran, I marveled at how I had this parenting thing down. I even went…

I watched my father online last Sunday. It had been years since I had seen him in a pulpit. It had been at least four or five years since I heard him read the Christmas story. …

He held out his hot little hand which was holding a crumpled single dollar and said, “You can have this. I know you are struggling today.” The dollar was from his advent calendar, a treat from the Elf desperately shoved into day one the previous night after realizing there were…