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August 6, 2020

Life Dreamed versus Life Received

I didn’t plan for the life that found me. I envisioned something completely different. Something safe and normal. Nothing fancy, just a life that is long enough to enjoy it, fun enough to keep me entertained, and full of all the things I was taught to appreciate and admire.  Family. Children. Faith. Love. The things that make up a life.  I never dreamed or imagined…

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Cardboard Signs & Vulnerability

It’s a hot day, traffic is lighter than usual due to the pandemic, yet here he stands, in the middle of the highway. Holding a cardboard sign with black sharpie letters, telling the world his most vulnerable requests. The sign read, “HOMELESS. Need help. Willing to work.”  He needs help. If I had cash, I’d roll down my window and hand it to him. Instead,…

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August 4, 2020

Not Lost, Taken.

We’re all dressed up for the funeral in outfits we will probably never wear again. How could we, they will remind us of this moment, a moment we’d rather forget. We stand up by the casket, stiff and numb, waiting to shake hands and hear the compassionate words from the people who come to say their final goodbyes.  My mother looks beautiful in her final…

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August 2, 2020

When Tradition No Longer Suits You

I grew up Catholic. I loved it. In the community where I was raised it was unique to be Catholic. It felt special. It felt like a core piece of our family’s composition.  Being Catholic was tradition. My grandparents were raised Catholic and each generation before them. Naturally, my mother was raised Catholic and continued the religious legacy with my sister and I.  Growing up,…

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Turning Into Your Mother

It’s official. I have turned into my mother.  I say things like, “Because I said so”, “For Pete’s sake”, and “If I have to ask you one more time!?” I cook dinners in Crock-Pots while yelling “Don’t make me come up there!” Usually followed by the motherly counting, “1-2- don’t you dare make me say 3!” I’m constantly asking my children to turn off their…

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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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