It was a typical night with my family. We were cuddled up watching movies, snuggled tightly together under the covers. I don’t remember what we were watching, but what I do remember is the phone call that interrupted it all. My phone rang to display a number I didn’t recognize. I answered. It started with my simple “hello”. On the other end came words that…

Lately I’ve found myself more anxious than usual. Anxious about all of the things mothers carry around, heavy on their chest and heart. Anxious in the depths of motherhood. In these moments, I want to pick up the phone and call my own mother but I can’t. She’s no longer here. She lives in heaven now, where no phone call can reach her.  Several days…

Have you ever noticed that once you experience grief, it finds you in the most unexpected situations? You notice it in things and places that it once failed to exist. It interweaves its existence into the nooks and crannies of your daily adventures.  One evening, while cuddled up with my children, we read a familiar story, “We’re Going on a Bear Hunt.” A book we’ve…

I can still remember the sound of the box hitting the wall. I can still feel the occupants spilling out, onto me, onto the floor, onto the walls. I should have seen it coming, except I didn’t. Back then reality was clouded by the endless attempts of walking on eggshells. That’s the truth and destruction of living with an addict. I stood there, broken. Confused…