Category Archives: Honesty

  Here’s how it goes:

 I finally get my butt to a coffee shop to get some writing done And then, and only then, do I feel like crying. On the verge of tears. Mind going fuzzy. Lump in the throat. And though I’m here, ready to write, All I want to do is cry. […]

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  It’s been 313 days. 13 has always been my special number. So when I went to the little date calculator to calculate how many days I’ve lived with BJ dead, before I even plugged in the numbers I thought to myself… “I bet it’s been 313 days. Because of course it would be. Because […]

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  I once asked a group of friends why no one ever asked about BJ. This was back when it was so fresh— maybe three months. A candid conversation about grief came up and so I asked. Why doesn’t anyone ask me about BJ? I was curious– not trying to judge but just wanting to […]

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This photo was taken one year ago– exactly one year ago when I had BJ and we went on a morning walk and dreamt of babies and a trip to Ireland. One year ago when he decided to make an Irish feast and prepped and shopped and cooked an epic corned beef and cabbage dinner […]

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    I am an entirely different person. When I look back on 2015 I think who was that woman? Who was this person that encountered the greatest storm life could give her? I often think about that first day of school on September 8, 2015. It had been only 10 weeks since the sudden […]

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