Does this Roller Coaster ever stop?
"The ups and downs are usually not that bad, but it's the damn twists and turns that get me every single time." – J. Hasamear
Getting through an hour without you seemed impossible at first. How in the world then could we have made it through the last 10 years without you? Life has a way of moving forward without us having much control over it. In the beginning, it was about learning to survive and make it through another... Continue Reading →
Fifteen years later after losing my father, I still find myself wondering “What would Pop say?” at the most random times. I don’t mean just when I have been offered a new job or when I got married, instead simple little things like buying a book or picking out new clothes or even scolding my... Continue Reading →
Earlier this month, I saw a post on Facebook about one of my stepson’s gymnastics friends who had gotten married to adorable young lady in California. Of course, I wish him and his beautiful bride nothing but a long happy life together. At the same time, as l looked at the pictures of their happy life... Continue Reading →
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.
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 →
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 →
It's been almost six years since we lost my stepson in a four-wheeling accident. And after recently watching Grey's Anatomy and watching the fictional Meredith Grey have to sign the papers to disconnect her husband, "McDreamy," from the machines keeping him alive and standing by his bedside as he took his last breathe, my life was... Continue Reading →
My three-year-old is one of those children who is always surprising us because we never know what to expect when he opens his mouth. When children are little, they are still figuring out how to put words together to make sentences and they are definitely still figuring out this whole thing called the American-English language.... Continue Reading →
Since I am quickly approaching my 38th birthday in a little less than two months, I have to stop and think about what I would tell the 23-year-old me if I had the chance to stand in front of that wide-eyed young woman who was ready to take on the world of journalism, fall in love... Continue Reading →
Even though I was only 23, I can still remember everything about walking into the newsroom for the first time and that feeling of actually being a daily news reporter. I had worked for a local weekly suburban newspaper for about a year and made the right friends and connections and had found my way... Continue Reading →
Does this Roller Coaster ever stop? 