Have you ever looked at your life and tried to figure out how the plans you thought were taking you in one direction suddenly ended up somewhere you never envisioned? I have. And I didn’t see it coming. On October 2, 2006, my life changed. My husband and I were married almost 10 years. I … More How Did I Get Here?
Five days after our first anniversary, my husband and I lost our daughter. I was 26 weeks pregnant and went into labor. It was hard and fast. There was nothing the doctors could do to stop it, and our daughter lived only 20 minutes. The grief and shock were intense. While I was medically fine, … More Three Ways To Help Grieving Friends Survive The Holidays
For all my friends who have said #metoo, I am so sorry. But before I go any further, maybe you could say #metoo, but you haven’t yet. You still feel too alone to do it. Too scared that no one will believe you. Maybe you tried to tell a friend but their doubt and questions … More A Letter To My Friends Who Have Said #metoo
Life is hard. We all find ourselves up against “it”. There are lots of things. A family member is diagnosed with cancer. Your child tells you that they were sexually assaulted. Your spouse leaves. Your kids are bullied. You are bullied (because let’s be honest, it happens to adults). Your dreams fall apart. You lose … More To Help You Heal
A year ago my life was distinctly different. I had a dad. His cancer was back, he was entrenched in the fight, but he was here and I was thankful. In the ebb and flow of life I missed the memo that grief would nail me as the seasons changed, but it has come. Sorrow … More Death Defying Dreamer
In honor of Pregnancy & Infant Loss Remembrance Day~ On Nov. 14, 1997, I gave birth to my first child, a daughter we named Elise. It was not an easy pregnancy or delivery. The days following were the hardest I knew, at that point of my young 19 years. Elise was born at just 26 … More Lost & Found
A freight train ran over me last week. I saw it in the distance and tried to tell myself that we weren’t on the same track. I wanted to deny the potential of what was looming on the horizon line. I wanted to turn the other way so I couldn’t see the puffs of steam … More The Grief Train