My Father’s Love

The day I was born, my dad was 48 years old. The year I graduated from 8th grade, my dad retired from working two jobs. The countless plays I performed, my dad slept…I mean sat through every single performance. The year I graduated from college, my dad survived quintuple bypass and colon cancer. The day …

Love Walk for Scotland

There are certain days that are particularly difficult after a pregnancy loss that trigger heartbreak all over again. Mother’s Day, holidays, anniversaries, due dates… On those days, I find myself suffering in silence. My first pregnancy loss at 6 weeks led to completely shutting down, isolating myself from the world, telling virtually no one of …

A Mother’s Grief

During my sister’s recent trip out to visit, my oldest just instinctively knew “Favorite Aunt Jean” needed extra love and hugs💜 She spoke often about her big cousin Kimmy like my littles often do about their baby angel brother and Grandma Barbara. Their innocence and natural inclusivity of our guardian angels was a welcomed surprise to …