I stopped at Starbucks a while ago, and a barista who has worked there for years (and saw me come in all the time after Kaden died and I was writing for Babble) asked what I’d been up to lately. “Are you still writing?” she said while tapping in my order to the screen. I…
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Six Years Out
*If you don’t like to read bad words, don’t read this. If you read it anyway, don’t write and chide me on it. I cuss pretty regularly in real life and censor a ton on here, but today wasn’t the day to censor and it certainly isn’t the day to call me on it. Six…
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Death Becomes Her
Last week I sat on my therapist’s couch, trying to explain how I felt lately. “It’s almost as if,” I paused thinking of how to word it. How did I feel? I raised my hands up to my throat without even knowing it. “As if I’m suffocating. It feels like death is everywhere I look,…
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Almost Home
Sam will be home for good tomorrow. 120 days exactly of him being gone. He’s driven 4 hours home nearly every weekend to see us, even for the two months he’d get home Friday night and leave Sunday afternoon. We’ve all managed in this time. The girls and I made it 4 months of sickness and…