It is that time of the day in which I'm asking myself whether I want or need that second cup of coffee. Outside it will be brutally hot and humid this weekend, yet I'll have to go out at some point to buy a few groceries. Early morning would have been best, but it takes… Continue reading Where you’re from.
Yesterday was the 12th anniversary of my daughter's death. Twelve years without hearing her voice, being able to touch her, or being able to celebrate special days with her. Sean and I spent it this year as an ordinary day, which is kind of a miracle considering how it used to flatten all of us.… Continue reading 12 Years a Bereaved Mom.