As I prepared to get in my car and drive to visit my mom, alone, Saturday morning, I felt sick. I felt anxious. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to endure another goodbye. Walking into my parents house, it was quiet. My dad was outside working in the yard and my mom wasn’t…Continue reading Sleeping Beauty or Helpless Beauty

I feel like I am in a never ending game of whack-a-mole, but I’m not the one holding the mallet. Instead, my face is in place of the mole. I’m doing my best to roll with the hits and laugh through the pain and frustration, but it is hard. Each time my head pops up…Continue reading Whack-a-Mole

Today is my birthday. I have not been looking forward to this day. My breath is taken as I think about the reality that this is my last birthday with my mom here on this side of heaven. I find myself with similar feelings I had as the new year approached. My 37th year of…Continue reading My Birthday