At the onset, I thought we would climb out. We would get pregnant or we would adopt or we would...something, I don't know. We'd get out and life would normalize. But it is seventeen months later and I think it is safe to say that there is no getting out of this trench.
Over Christmas, I ordered a new calendar. I am a planner - I like lists and visual representations of life. I write everything down. I also love Ansel Adams, so the calendar is a black and white monstrosity of nature... Continue Reading →
Since Cory died, so many people have reached out to us. Family, friends, even people we had never met before have sent us messages, letters, cards, books, cookies, flowers, and stuffed animals. The support has been so sweet and so... Continue Reading →
An "empty nester" is someone whose children have grown up and left home. They are those mostly lucky couples that have been given children, raised them, and watched them gain the independence and fortitude to head off into the world... Continue Reading →
When I was little, I experienced more than my share of mental and emotional trauma. As a coping mechanism, I learned to let myself float away. I distinctly remember sitting in a finished basement staring at a lightbulb and pretending that... Continue Reading →
I have a few tattoos, all of which I cherish. At a time in my life when my faith was faltering and seemed as though it might sputter out completely, I had it tattooed on my back. I wanted to... Continue Reading →
I love to play the piano. It is one of my favorite ways to relax and unwind. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to take lessons consistently at any point in my life, so I have a lot of bad habits and... Continue Reading →
Since September, I have stayed up until midnight every single Sunday night. It didn't matter what I had to do on Monday or how long I had been awake, I couldn't sleep. I waited anxiously on my phone, in the... Continue Reading →
With horrifying regularity, life goes on. It's a lesson I have learned before, but never with this kind of pain or desperation. My entire existence is somehow still trapped at 11:46am on Thursday, January 19th but everyone else goes on. No... Continue Reading →
Carrying Corban 