Dear Crosby. You might be a little crazy. Love, Mommy.
Crosby, Today is your last day of preschool. I remember sitting at my desk 8 months ago, writing about how you were barely making it through the 2.5 hours you…
Read moreCrosby, Today is your last day of preschool. I remember sitting at my desk 8 months ago, writing about how you were barely making it through the 2.5 hours you…
Read moreIt’s been over a month since my miscarriage and overall, I’m doing well. The overwhelming sadness is gone, but I think part of me will forever mourn the child we…
Read moreThe question I get asked most these days is, “How are you doing?” It is asked with kindness and true concern from family and friends – those who know I…
Read moreI am doing much better. A few days ago, I didn’t quite know how I was going to climb out of my dark, emotional hole. But before I knew it,…
Read moreThe best way for me to process things is to write about them. Right now I’m writing all this mostly just for me, to try to get all these feelings…
Read moreDear Baby, You would’ve been our third child. You were not planned, your occurrence happened accidentally, despite our diligent use of birth control. And for that reason, you seemed like…
Read moreAt the advent of this blog, another lifetime ago, Joey and I were gutting and rebuilding an entire house. We destroyed that home and spent years rebuilding it into the…
Read moreDear Addy, As a five-year-old, you are daily warning me – without even knowing it – of the challenges your preteen and teenage years will bring. Don’t get me wrong,…
Read moreOur friends have teased us for months about our saran-wrapped grandfather clock. When we moved, well over a year ago, the movers quickly bound it in plastic to ensure its…
Read moreYou know those little nylon footie socks that shoe stores leave out for women to use when trying on shoes? They’re way more fun when you don’t put them on…
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