Harsh Realities

June 19, 2024

Local Bookstore Needs Our Help

A small bookstore in my hometown of Lebanon, Indiana needs our help. A couple of days ago I saw a post about their current situation and current struggles–how sales are needed so they can remain in business serving our community.  This local bookshop isn’t just a place to buy books. It’s owned and operated by individuals that are out in the community at events, showing…

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Constantly Missing

To be alive is to be constantly missing someone or something.  At first, in youth, you miss little things, tangible things, physical things. Then you grow and you miss home. With time and experience, you start missing people– people who’ve died, the ones that left too soon. You become in a constant state of missing. You miss moments you’ll never have and moments you’ll never…

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June 18, 2024

Grief’s Ring: I Never Saw the Swing

I’ve never watched boxing. It’s too violent. I’m too much of an empath to watch something where I know people are being hurt, being injured. I never related to those bold and brave souls that step into the ring knowing there is a chance they’ll not only lose, but be knocked out by the other opponent. Those odds don’t feel great, and even when you…

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May 12, 2024

Mother’s Day: To the Mothers Gone too Soon

Many mothers will be celebrated today in ways that involve remembrance instead of hugs and warm embraces. They’ll be seen in old photographs and old videos, not in person. They’ll be seen in the faces and names that have been etched onto stone, not in their favorite seat at the dinner table. They’ll be thought of with tears and love, ache and longing, missed more…

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May 4, 2024

For the One Carrying a Broken Hallelujah This Mother’s Day

No one that was there that day knew I was grieving more than the death of my mother. No one present at her funeral knew I was broken in the grief of losing her, and also shattered by the reality that I had coincidently lost my faith, too. It felt like the foundation of who I was and what I believed had been stolen right…

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A 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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