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We Named Him William

William Wallace to be exact. That’s right. Like THE William Wallace. Well, Kind of. More like the Mel Gibson from Braveheart version of William Wallace. The real William Wallace is cool, but the Mel Gibson William Wallace is really cool. Ryan loved that movie. He always teased me by saying “if we have another son,Continue reading “We Named Him William”

He Didn’t Get Off the Bus

Abram has a late bus; he doesn’t usually step off of the bus until about 4:45 PM. If the bus is running late, he could get off at 4:50 PM but he has never really been any later than that. When the clock struck 5:00 with no sign of Abram, I started to get worried.Continue reading “He Didn’t Get Off the Bus”

Blondes Have More Fun

If there is something different or unique about you, you might be able to relate to feeling out of place or less attractive than your peers. This is how I have felt most of my life compared to my blonde and brown haired counterparts. I am fair skinned and freckled with naturally curly red hair-Continue reading “Blondes Have More Fun”

A Picture That Reads: I’m Infertile

I was looking for something in the back of my vanity a few weeks ago and as I reached back, I started pulling out all of the empty boxes of Pregnancy Tests I keep hidden back there. I knew they were there, but I didn’t realize how many I had let pile up. I startedContinue reading “A Picture That Reads: I’m Infertile”

The Bravest Thing She Ever Did

The bravest thing my mother ever did was agree to let herself die. I have thought about this a lot and could not think of a better way to word it. In early March of 2019 my mom was diagnosed with Metastatic Brain Cancer with a life expectancy of six months (at best). My MotherContinue reading “The Bravest Thing She Ever Did”

Our Project House

Two years ago this month we bought a project. Many of you know that I DID NOT want a project. BUT… we found a home with great potential in a great neighborhood in our price range. So, we bought the project. Sure, there are positive things about buying a project. I can only think ofContinue reading “Our Project House”

He Did Not Die

[*Trigger Warning: The content of this story contains sensitive material relating to mental illness.*] One year ago today, I walked into my Grandmothers house to find my Dad unconscious in his bed. I didn’t realize at first, though the thought was in the back of my mind. Then I found the note. A goodbye note.Continue reading “He Did Not Die”

Empathy & Trials

Before I had experienced any significant losses of my own, I thought I did a pretty good job of supporting others with my words of encouragement. When I was on the other side of loss, I realized how unhelpful, and sometimes unintentionally hurtful, some “supportive” comments can be. For those of you that I haveContinue reading “Empathy & Trials”