Her Greatest Adventure: How I’m Remembering My Mother’s Death after Alzheimer’s
Eleven years ago, I walked into my mother’s room in the nursing home and found her finally at peace. Today, I’m remembering my mother’s death after Alzheimer’s disease.
Why It’s Okay if Your Heart Is Just A Little Broken This Mother’s Day
Is your heart a little broken this Mother’s Day? My last good visit with my mom was Mother’s Day 2013.
Dear Weary Mama, Stop Treating Your Kids Better than Yourself
I see you, mama, up at 6 a.m. to wash the soccer socks and find the shin guards that you remembered at 5 a.m. for practice tonight. I see you planning and spending a small fortune on your kid’s themed birthday party every year. I see you up at the elementary school twice a week,…
We Never Hear the Drowning because It’s Silent
My fearless, four-year-old daughter was overtired. We were on round two of pool play for the day at my dad and stepmom’s new house, and she was happily jumping from a smaller elevated pool area down into their larger pool over and over again. This time, however, she forgot that she wasn’t wearing her float and leaped…
When You Don’t Feel Like You Are Enough
I’ll never forget the day I missed my oldest daughter rolling over for the first time. My precious baby was in good hands, of course. My mother-in-law was watching her downstairs in our living room while I worked upstairs, futilely trying to run a nonprofit from my home office right after giving birth to my…