I have lived a million people’s tragedies, and I always seem to live it way better than they do. I mean, we all have, right? We’ve read books and watched movies. We have heard, seen, read people’s stories. We hear stories about the many things that create a life, and unfortunately, much of that is … More Tragic Grace
You know when you’re driving on the highway through a rainstorm and your windshield is all cloudy, and you can barely see the headlights of the car in front of you, and the sound of it all, the rain and wind, and sometimes even hail, is just pounding on your car and all of your … More The Overpass
Saturdays are for the boys. As I struggled to write the intro to this blog, my husband offered this opening sentence as his contribution. We both laughed it off, then I wrote it down at the top of my word document, and now here it is. The perfect intro. Because despite the joking nature of … More A Season of Saturday
Pain, We meet again. You’ve always kind of lingered. Here and there you’d make your appearance. You’re just always around, either directly in my story or someone else’s. You’re like an explosive relative. We all brace for you, and though we hurt for the others impacted by you, we all breathe a little sigh of … More An Open Letter to Pain
“I dreamed a dream in times gone by When hope was high and life worth living” Let me be incredibly honest with you… I am not where I planned to be at my age, and I’m not very happy about it. This is just a fact. It’s not a cry of pitty or self-loathing. In … More I Dreamed A Dream… And Then I Kept Dreaming
“You’re cool and all, but your friend started texting me, and well…” *extremely detailed and graphic text about “last night” followed by, “Sorry, I meant to send that to someone else.” “God thinks that we should break up.” “You know how at the beginning of the semester we were both virgins… well I’m not anymore.” … More Northern Stars- And What They Lead Us To
I am the baby of my entire family. On my dad’s side, I am separated from my closest cousin by 6 years. When I was younger this meant a lot of missing out. I missed out on slumber parties, big kid games, and memories that were made years before I was even thought of. But … More Grams
This morning was kind. Now don’t me wrong, it wasn’t easy. I still woke up with the same anxiety, the same deep pit in my gut that I now know all too well. I still woke up an hour earlier than I anticipated, and I still laid awake listening to my mind screaming at me. … More Tomorrow Will Be Kinder
Yes, I was one of those. I was the girl who read The Fault in Our Stars the summer before my senior year of high school. I was the girl who stayed up until four in the morning to finish it, and I was the girl who had to put the book down for a … More The Beauty of Pain’s Demands
“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around – nobody big, I mean – except me. And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if … More Your Catcher in the Rye
