I watch from afar as he waddles over to the cabinet. He just turned two and still has that quirky little toddler walk. He opens the drawer where a special book stays. It’s the book of my mother. A book with pictures and quotes and love. It was a gift at her funeral. A gift that we treasure. One we look at often.  He grabs…

I sit here at my son’s football practice watching in awe and heartbreak. Tonight I’m not watching him. I’m drawn to something off the field. I’m captivated by a sweet grandmother playing with her granddaughter. I watch as they play. As they hug. As they enjoy each other’s company. I watch as they eat little treats and as they practice reading words together. I watch…

I can’t sleep. The sirens are loud. They are noticeable. They are constant. As everyone else in my house rests. My head spins. In fear, in confusion, in heartbreak. The world is usually quiet at this hour. Tonight it’s a mixture of emotions, chaos, and emergency vehicles flashing by. On a typical night, we might hear one, maybe. Tonight I count as they come.One, after…

I’m watching my baby boy on the monitor. He’s stirring around in his crib, not quite ready for the day. He’s too little to know and anticipate, but today is his birthday. Today he turns two. The past two years have been a whirlwind of emotion and bliss and joy. I am mesmerized by the blessing that this little boy is. We found out he’d…

After my mother passed away, I was forever changed. I looked the same, but inside I was transformed by pain, grief, and heartbreak. I became a woman that my friends couldn’t relate to. I hurt in ways they couldn’t comprehend. I was transforming in ways no one could have predicted. Grief does that. It shatters hearts and lives and causes them to be rebuilt. As…