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MANEUVERING MAY
The month of May felt like an emotional game of jenga. With big beautiful swooping moments of transparency. So clear I’m positive that if we crossed paths you could see...
MANEUVERING MAY
The month of May felt like an emotional game of jenga. With big beautiful swooping moments of transparency. So clear I’m positive that if we crossed paths you could see...
CHOCOLATE CHIP PANCAKES AND PIZZA PARTIES
I am one week away from the one year anniversary of my son’s suicide. Stop. Pause. Breathe. I have been spending the last 12 months describing my gratitude. That I...
CHOCOLATE CHIP PANCAKES AND PIZZA PARTIES
I am one week away from the one year anniversary of my son’s suicide. Stop. Pause. Breathe. I have been spending the last 12 months describing my gratitude. That I...
STEALING BASES LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER
I haven’t written in a while. By a while I mean I start every blog post in my head and let it ruminate for a long time. My words are...
STEALING BASES LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER
I haven’t written in a while. By a while I mean I start every blog post in my head and let it ruminate for a long time. My words are...
REMEMBER WHEN
These past several months I spend every moment trying to make sense of Ian’s suicide. I say the word suicide over and over out loud as if I am scrubbing...
REMEMBER WHEN
These past several months I spend every moment trying to make sense of Ian’s suicide. I say the word suicide over and over out loud as if I am scrubbing...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET BOY!
My dear sweet boy, Happiest of birthdays to my one and only favorite son. I miss you every second of every day. I miss walking into your room each morning...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET BOY!
My dear sweet boy, Happiest of birthdays to my one and only favorite son. I miss you every second of every day. I miss walking into your room each morning...
THERE IS WORK TO BE DONE
The fact that I haven’t written anything in a month has been an annoying tug of inconsistency. It feels a lot like a toddler would snag the edge of their...
THERE IS WORK TO BE DONE
The fact that I haven’t written anything in a month has been an annoying tug of inconsistency. It feels a lot like a toddler would snag the edge of their...