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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And For This Fall
Last year I told you all we were putting Bella in school, for the first time. She turned 8 that fall, was heading into second grade, and I really felt that she needed a different change of pace for that year. We’ve loved the school she’s at. It’s a private one that also offers a…
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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,…