We buried my mom three years ago today. I want to hug both women in the photo below, but the girl on the right—I want to grab her and squeeze her and tell her she’s going to be okay. Getting ready for her mom’s funeral, wearing her mom’s sweater in her mom’s favorite color. Standing … Continue reading My Mom Would Be Proud of the Woman I’ve Become
Do you ever just get sick of your own shit? Like there’s something you want to do or something you know you should be doing, but you just keep coming up with excuses not to do it? And then one day you realize it’s been six months and you still haven’t done that thing you … Continue reading Do You Ever Just Get Sick of Your Own Shit?
One year. It doesn’t seem possible. I’ve learned so much since the day you died. I’ve grown so much, too. I’ve learned to cherish the little things that bring me joy, but also not to sweat the small stuff. I’ve learned that life is short and precious and best spent pouring love into those you … Continue reading On the First Anniversary of My Mom’s Death