I write on mental health, parenthood, spirituality, faith, and mortality. I'm glad you're here.
Grief
On June 13, 2024, the lingering smell of a catered lunch made me gag so hard, I almost threw up in the lobby of my OBGYN office. This was familiar to me; when I was pregnant with my son, Addison, I only threw up a handful of times — but I
News
For Lent this year, I'm trying to wake up an hour earlier than I normally do. Which is going to mean waking up around 5:30am because my son wakes up fully ready to take on the world by at least 6:30am (sometimes earlier). I used to