Shortly after I lost my mom, I ran into a neighbor who told me her father had passed 8 years ago. She said she didn’t like acknowledging how long he’d been gone because it made her feel even farther away from him. I sense that now. I think we cling so tightly in the first …
PT. 1 I believe I started this as a mommy blog so it’s OK to occasionally melt back into that theme since motherhood is what makes up most of my day-to-day existence. Except when it ironically doesn’t because the growing of a new human renders me unable to perform many of the most basic motherhood …
I remember saying in high school that I loved “deep talks”. Not to slight 15 to 18-year-olds but I sometimes wonder what my teenage definition of a deep talk was. I had far more social interactions in high school and college than I do now, so maybe I did get into subjects with more emotional …
The Merriam-Webster definition of “joy” is “a feeling of great pleasure and happiness.” I’ve been pondering the idea of joy a lot lately because I feel like much of it was sucked out of me when my mom passed away in February. I’d always considered myself involuntarily joyful. I’ve had little to not rejoice about …
I don’t know where to start. I’ve become a different person since my last post. My mom has gone onto eternity and left those who love her so fiercely on this earth. This experience of grief has been nightmarish, grounding, joyful, gut-twisting, faith-affirming, existential, and productive. I’m sure there are 20 other emotions I missed. …