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The Day in December

The day my world shattered

I spent my childhood sketching wedding dresses and dreaming up my future. By 29 years old, I was living the life my nine year old self had planned. And then in an instant, with two small words, life as I knew it was over. My husband was gone and he's never coming back. I live each day navigating the aftermath of loss, the real, the raw, the ugly and the bittersweet.

 
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Today on your Birthday

Does it still count as day dreaming if you actually lived it? If the images that build as your eyes glaze over and your stare gets...

The Disconnect

I haven’t written in exactly a month. Well, I’ve written fragments, thoughts and random strings of mostly coherent sentences throughout...

Napa Mountains

It was the mountains. Majestic peaks and jagged edges, they stared at me in the most intimidatingly, powerful, peaceful way. To be both...

The Gift of Our Family

It’s July 4, 2021 and I find myself wondering, what is it like? What is it like on the eve of your first and only child‘s first birthday...

 

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