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March 5, 2021

Push to Stop

I’m riding the stationary bike, working off not only calories, but emotion too. I’m lost in thought, prayer and productive intentions. Thinking about how much my life has changed in the (almost) four years that my mother has been gone.  As sweat and tears drip from my body, I look down. I notice a big red button on the bike, a bike I’ve been riding…

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Green Paint, White Truck

One day in highschool, with a friend by my side and places to go, I got behind the wheel in a hurry. Such a desperate hurry I paid no attention to the proximity of the vehicles in the driveway. In full disclosure, I’m not even sure I noticed my father’s truck, which was parked directly next to my car. That is, until the moment I…

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March 3, 2021

If They Only Knew…

If they only knew grief can’t be healed or overcome, but rather learned to be carried lighter and with better handling. If they only knew how different things are now. How I’ve been completely transformed in both heartbreaking and purposeful ways.  If they only knew that she sometimes leaves my mind, but she never leaves my heart.  If they only knew that I need grace…

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February 26, 2021

As Far as I Can

She said, “I’m not ready.” With a shattered heart I said, “Me either.” She said, “I love you, to the moon and back, forever.” With my whole heart, I said, “I love you more.” She said, “I’m scared.” With fear and anxiety I said, “I’m scared too.” She said, “I think it’s time.” Through tears I whispered, “I’ll go with you.” “You know you can’t…

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February 23, 2021

Hurting Hearts Say…

Sometimes hurting hearts say: “Be grateful.” “It could have been worse.” “You had your mother longer than I had mine.” “You’re lucky to have had a mother like her.” Sometimes hurting hearts say things that sting. Sometimes they say things in judgement, jealousy, and heartbreak. While those are the words that slip from their mouth or are typed from their keyboard, they don’t reflect what…

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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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