4 Years Later

Following the four year anniversary of my brother’s death, my therapist asked about the week of my life surrounding the date. I explained how I journaled about a piece of that time I had never considered before, “It felt like a new way to sit in – or with – my grief.”  And then he asked, how I am feeling [with all that] right now? And, I don’t think I answered him well. I pivoted to something else because I knew my grief had already taken up enough time in our session that day. But if I could go back to the conversation, I would have explained that in this season of grieving,…

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I Never Wanted to Be A Mommy Blogger

This time last year, I went to bed about 9pm on a Wednesday just like any other night. Save for the fact I was VERY pregnant – 38 ½ weeks. Around 1am, I woke up to the sound of a pop and the sensation of a gush – my water broke. Twenty hours later, I went from wife-and-woman-only to: mama.When it was over, I cried, but only because it was the most grueling two hours [of active labor] of my life and we both survived. I never wanted to go through labor and delivery. In my naivete, I always told people if I ever had a baby, I would schedule a c-section to…

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