Harsh Realities

February 26, 2020

Lost in the Last Goodbye

Sometimes I have to remind myself to breathe. I have to take myself out of that moment. The one two years ago when I lost my mother. The moment we said our last and final goodbye.  Sometimes, I find myself lost in that last goodbye.  Sometimes that fateful moment slips into my head and heart and it aches just as intensely as the moment I…

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February 25, 2020

Discussing Motherhood

This weekend I attended an event filled with incredible women. We discussed motherhood and shared stories. We engaged in conversations that made me feel less alone in parenting, and life in general.  We were asked to share times when we’ve felt like a failure in regards to motherhood. Times where we felt we weren’t living up to the standards and responsibilities of this important role.…

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February 24, 2020

When You Lose a Lifeline

Have you ever noticed how much our lives intertwine with our mother’s. Every detail, every event, every emotion, every milestone. Our mothers are always there, so connected and involved, and proud.  Immediately, they are our protectors. They become our biggest advocate and evolve beautifully into the single most important person in our lives. They have a power and love that is undeniable. They become our…

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February 21, 2020

Three Years Ago: The News that Forever Changed Us

Three years ago on this very day my mother showed up unannounced. I knew it meant something significant. I knew it wasn’t good. It was days away from Valentine’s Day, but I knew her delivery was going to be more thorns than roses. I’m not sure if she actually said the words, but I knew her cancer had returned. I could tell by the sorrow…

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February 20, 2020


I left the allergists office with tears and results that were less than what I was hoping for. Our one-year-old hadn’t outgrown his anaphylactic allergies.  As I let the emotion spill down my face my husband leans in and says, “What is it? What’s making you upset?” “All of it. I wish things were different. I was praying he’d outgrow it. I just don’t want…

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Chelsea Ohlemiller

Chelsea Ohlemiller

A thirty-something wife, mother and educator who has Indiana roots and a passionate spirit. Chelsea is a sappy romantic, coffee junkie, book collector, and person who wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s sarcastic, full of jokes, full of tears, and enjoys writing most when life gets messy or complicated. In 2017, Chelsea's mother passed away. Through her grief journey, she decided to take her mother’s advice and share her writing with the world. One day she gained the courage to honor her mother's wishes and write. It turned out to be one of the best decisions she's ever made.

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