I want to write about you, for you. But I can’t, not yet. It’s been a week and I miss you so much. Never being able to talk to you again is breaking my heart in pieces. I love you, dad.

Plagues

My brother is an addict. When I was in high school, he lived with us in our mid-sized, split level home tucked away in a cozy cul-de-sac. I remember my mom begging him to stop, I remember police officers knocking on our door, I remember finding needles in his room while looking for good CD’s … More Plagues

Mom Battles: Anxiety (and the little things that are sometimes big things)

A few years ago, I never dreamt that I’d be a mother. I have two older siblings, and neither ever had children of their own. When people asked me how I felt about having kids, my answer was, well, nothing. I felt indifferent. Maybe one day I’d have them, but it seemed like a million … More Mom Battles: Anxiety (and the little things that are sometimes big things)