Six years.  It’s been six years since my husband was killed in a military parachuting accident.  He died three days before our wedding anniversary.  His body was flown home three days later.  Three days after that was his first funeral.  Then we celebrated Christmas three days after that.  What a nightmare that was, going through the motions of Christmas because my niece was only five and we didn’t want her to be traumatized by learning there was no Santa right after her favorite uncle was killed.  There was a second funeral the first week of January at Arlington National Cemetery

One thing I have learned in my 43 years of life is that we don’t leave this world unscathed.  If you want to truly live, the results are the dents and scratches you collect.  They are reminders of the wonderful and the heartbreaking, of the difficult lessons and the magical connections—badges of honor your will proudly display.  I think of the dents and scars I have collected, and I see a woman who risked everything in order to fully live.  If I had the opportunity to whisper in the ear of my younger self, the young girl on the brink

At first glance it could feel innocent enough.  Calling for their followers to comment with a colorful emoji heart indicating their current mood.  In the caption they even write "If you see someone comment a heart that indicates they need help, reply to their comment and try to lift their spirits."  Here's one of the many problems of this post

I’ve always been the group “mom”.  The responsible and organized one, the one who remembers to text you on the anniversary of your uncle’s death, and who knows every friend’s favourite kind of candy and chips to buy when we hang out in case they need a pick me up.  The one who always has lip chap, an extra hair elastic, or who thought ahead and packed an extra sweater in the trunk because I knew someone would forget and get cold. It’s never felt like a chore, or that it takes extra effort or thought – it feels natural and

This is my story about escaping an abusive relationship of 14 years. I met my ex husband through mutual friends when I was 19 and had just lost my mother to cancer.  I wasn't close with my workaholic father at the time and my ex was in the right place at the right time telling all the right things. I felt lost without my mother but my ex made me feel like someone cared. It wasn't long before the red flags started to appear but I ignored them because I grabbed onto the first thing that felt like love since

Have you thought about doing something outside of your comfort zone or normal day-to-day? Is there something you have been thinking about jumping into in 2019 that you have never done before?  Prior to becoming a Mom I prided myself on trying new things.  It could have been something small like trying a new restaurant I normally wouldn't eat at, go to an art show by myself or learn a new skill. One of my prouder things I did that was out of my comfort zone was teaching myself how to face paint & do special effects makeup by watching YouTube

I took a good look in the mirror and stopped projecting and began self reflecting. I looked inward which ultimately taught me how to honor myself. The process can feel very lonely and I believe that’s part of the journey.  The loneliness brings you to the depths of yourself that need and require a love that only you can give.

For a while there, I don't know about you guys but I was getting a little nervous that print books were going to disappear into some vast abyss and be completely taken over by e-books.  Maybe it's my subtle paranoia about the future and where things are going.  I do after-all love movies like Wall-E and Ready Player One because some weird part of my brain feels as though we are headed in a similar direction if we aren't careful. Don't get me wrong, I completely see the attraction to being able to quickly pay for a digital copy of a

  My daughter turned two recently and her vocabulary skills are blossoming by the second.  I feel like every day I wake up to a newer version of her.  She is stringing along multiple words to make a full sentence, she's eager to display her independence in the form of scaling our kitchen island to get to the jar of cookies and screaming at me and my husband if we dare think about holding the leash of our dog when we go on family walks because clearly that is my daughter's unspoken responsibility that she takes very seriously. In the past month

I had no idea at the time, but that first marathon would launch me onto the greatest adventure of my life and open so many doors for me leading to some of the greatest, most cherished moments of my life. I will never forget that race when something just clicked. I was running down the streets of Duluth, Minnesota and for the first time I felt strong, fierce and like I could really do anything. No game of basketball or any sport I had ever played had made me feel this way. This is when I knew running was special and something I wanted to pursue.