Posted October 5, 2021
Impossible Blessings I was seven, close to eight years old when we departed New York. All I understood was change was taking place and we were moving somewhere far away. Although crammed in the back seat of our small car, elbowing and bickering with two of my sisters, my young
... continue reading.Posted September 28, 2021
We left Pennsylvania out of necessity. I don’t remember shedding a tear, complaining, or even wondering about my dad who would remain. I was ten and scared. Our world had finally erupted and our lives were left in shambles. When an eruption occurs, all you can do is pick up
... continue reading.Posted September 21, 2021
Our Move Moving at the age of twelve from New York to Wyoming felt like a whirlwind. Everything I knew was changing: our parent’s divorce, new school, new friends, new home, new neighbors, new state…nothing would be the same. Was Wyoming even a state? I didn’t recall ever hearing about
... continue reading.Posted September 14, 2021
Change Sweaty palms, dry mouth, staring wide-eyed at all the unfamiliar faces around me, I didn’t know what to think or feel about this change. I was leaving everything I knew. All I had was my mom and five sisters. My fourteen-year-old sister, Christine, who had just had spine surgery
... continue reading.Posted September 8, 2021
At times in my life, I have craved change. As a young girl life was always changing and I grew to expect change. When I would be in the same place doing the same thing for too long, that antsy place inside of me said I needed to change things
... continue reading.Posted August 30, 2021
Are you clinging to a dream that feels just out of reach? Dreams I didn’t expect much. I learned early on to be careful with my dreams because that is all they could ever be—dreams to hold onto. As a child, I lived in my head a lot, still do.
... continue reading.Posted August 23, 2021
I’m okay. After my son’s wedding a couple of weeks ago, I wondered, “Why am I okay?” Why was I not grieving more or feeling let down, which has been my history? As a nine-year-old, I’d race down the dirt road chasing my mom’s car, afraid to be left in
... continue reading.Posted August 17, 2021
Peering out the living room window, tears streamed down my cheeks as I cradled close to me my newborn infant. Although I couldn’t put my finger on where the emotion was coming from, the Canon in D playing in the background was likely a trigger. “Why are you crying, mommy,”
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Posted August 4, 2021
Letting Go Creates Story “I know I’ll cry when he walks me down the aisle to my seat, the way I cried when I walked down the isle on my wedding day. I know I’ll be a mess when we dance our mother/son dance at the reception, which is why
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