Why I Hate Being a Member of the Dead Moms Club
I hate being a member of the Dead Moms Club.
I hate paying the lifetime membership dues.
I hate the grief.
I hate the heartache.
And I hate the loneliness.
I’m Entering Another New Year without My Mother beside Me
I’m entering another new year without my mother beside me. Another new year without her love. Another new year without her support. And another new year without her encouragement.
I Know that if Home Is Where My Mom Is, then My Home is Now in Heaven
If home is where my mom is, then my home is now in heaven. I never get to go home again. Not on Earth, anyways.
Why I Still Want My Kids to Believe in Santa Claus
For years, my husband and I wrestled with our presentation of Santa Claus to our young daughters. We watched well-meaning Christian friends decide to forgo the tradition altogether. We hesitated to follow suit because we cherish our childhood memories of St. Nick but we are careful not to use Santa to control our children’s behavior….
If Your Heart Is Absolutely Broken This Christmas Season, I Get It
If your heart is broken this Christmas, I get it. I see you. And I’m giving you a pass.