So recently I was at an event and for the first time I saw this happen. I watched a mom say to her friend “is that her?” and point at […]...

The last few weeks have been hard. I haven’t been 100 percent myself. I’m present. I have been at events. I get through a day. I smile, and laugh. But […]...

So the unexpected part of grief is ridiculous. You don’t know when it will hit you. You don’t know what to expect. You go along your day and get blindsided […]...

There are days I just go along. I wake up to my new normal. I take my two girls to school. I blow kisses to the one in the clouds […]...

This week has been a tough one. A good friend of ours who lived this torture always reminds me the days that end in “y” are the toughest. And this […]...

Melina makes us all better. I hate this fact yet I love it at the same time. I hate the fact that she makes us better peopleby the tragedy she […]...

Today I had to share. Because today something happened. Today my brain played a new game. With grief there is no game plan. No steps. No order. No “okay I’m […]...

It’s this time every year, at least for the last three, that my heart starts to get silently jaded. I start to just feel yucky. I start to get mad […]...

Melina I have sat down a million times to write this letter today. I have deleted and started over. I can’t do it. I’m just tired. My heart was just […]...

In nine days she is supposed to be seven. How do you not make it to your seventh birthday? That makes no sense to me, none. A perfectly healthy baby […]...