Five years ago, I was nearing the end of a five week hospital stay. I thought I would be staying for at least another six weeks, but the next day things would change completely. In a matter of minutes, the bottom would fall out of my world, and I had no idea how far down… Continue reading Reflections
When I was in college I took a public speaking class to meet one of my Ged Ed requirements. I figured that it would be an easy class, and one I could pretty much sleep through and still get an A. I was so wrong. Let's just say that by the end of the semester… Continue reading Moving Past the Fear
Back before I had kids, Sunday afternoons used to be for relaxing, lounging in sweats, maybe even a little day drinking. I remember a few glorious Sunday afternoons spent with friends, watching football in the fall or hanging out on the patio with music playing in the spring. Once upon a time, I could spend… Continue reading Sunday Funday
It's Christmas Eve, and I am struggling to find the joy tonight. I know come morning, that my kids are going to light up with the joy of Christmas, but tonight I can only focus on what's missing. Being a bereaved parents means living through every Holiday and life event with something missing. Even though… Continue reading Missing
I have a confession. Yesterday morning, I bribed my kids with marshmallows at 7 am. I am not proud of this, but after the insanity I experienced previous morning (just ask my neighbor I totally lost my shit in the driveway trying to wrestle my hysteric son into his car seat), I decided to take… Continue reading Living with Sugar and Grace
