There are days I just go along. I wake up to my new normal. I take my two girls to school. I blow kisses to the one in the clouds […]...

This week has been a tough one. A good friend of ours who lived this torture always reminds me the days that end in “y” are the toughest. And this […]...

Melina makes us all better. I hate this fact yet I love it at the same time. I hate the fact that she makes us better peopleby the tragedy she […]...

Today I had to share. Because today something happened. Today my brain played a new game. With grief there is no game plan. No steps. No order. No “okay I’m […]...

It’s this time every year, at least for the last three, that my heart starts to get silently jaded. I start to just feel yucky. I start to get mad […]...

Melina I have sat down a million times to write this letter today. I have deleted and started over. I can’t do it. I’m just tired. My heart was just […]...

In nine days she is supposed to be seven. How do you not make it to your seventh birthday? That makes no sense to me, none. A perfectly healthy baby […]...

How can you express how much you miss someone when the one person you want to say it to you cant. I can’t send the text. I can’t leave the […]...

This month can be a weight. It is a constant reminder of the underfunding of pediatric cancer research. It has taken me a long time to accept the cancer word […]...

This summer has been a lot. A lot of good. A lot of sad. A lot change. My heart is all over the place. Which I’m starting to accept as […]...