Seven years ago, we lost a part of our heart. My stepson left for a weekend with his friends and never came home. The wave of his hand and his 'Goodbye' are etched in my mind forever.
You Had Me At GoodBye.
10 Life Lessons from an Ordinary Working Mom Living in the Midwest
So this week, I turn 39. When I was younger, I believed anyone over the age of 30 was old. As a teenager, I hoped to accomplish so much by the time I finished my 20s. Now that I'm nearly 40, I keep trying to tell myself that I'm only as old as I feel and... Continue Reading →
Blowing Kisses in the Wind
Every time I pass the cemetery where my father is buried and the one where Timothy is buried, I always find myself blowing kisses, as if they are just sitting on an imaginary bench by the road, waiting to catch my kisses whenever my car passes. For nearly 14 years now, blowing kisses has become second nature... Continue Reading →
Somewhere Between Here and There
Somewhere between here and there is a place where so many things are possible... where your children behave without even a cross eye, the bills all get paid and there's money leftover at the end of every month, those vacation plans you've wanted to make for so long don't seem so out of reach and... Continue Reading →
Has it really been 20 years already? Once a Catholic School Girl, Always a Catholic School Girl!
Most of my memories as a student at Ursuline Academy, an all-girls Catholic high school, still remain crystal clear even 20 years later, especially my senior year. To this day, I can still remember the smell of the hallways, the feel of my school uniform, rushing to advisement in the mornings because we always had to... Continue Reading →
And They Lived Happily Ever After…
A funny thing about Happy Endings is we don’t usually achieve them without coming across a few bumps, bruises and even gashes along the paths we travel to reach them. But no true hero ever achieved a major accomplishment or success without having to put a little blood, sweat and tears in along the way.... Continue Reading →
A Letter to my Youngest Son as his Big Brother goes off to Kindergarten
When you became more than an idea to your father and me, we knew our family was starting to heal and move forward after losing the older brother you never met. But little did we know, fast forwarding four years that we would have to watch you stand at the door as your six-year-old brother... Continue Reading →
We Are Not Our Masks
After recently becoming obsessed with Arrow, a show on the CW for those who don't know, and pretty much binge watching all three seasons in the matter of a little over a week, there was something said by one of the characters in the first episode of the third season that has continued to resonate with me.... Continue Reading →
Six Years Gone, But Maybe It’s Six Years Lived Too
Six years… 72 months… 313 weeks… 2191 days… 52,594 hours… 3,153,600 minutes… That’s how long Timothy’s been gone. It’s hard to believe really because it feels like just yesterday when it all happened – the accident, the hospital, the preparations, the wake, the funeral and then the moving on with our lives. Not a day... Continue Reading →
