Therapy is a close friend of mine. We have been getting together on and off since I was 13. Looking back, Therapy and I have
It’s May … memories of Owen begin to flood my thoughts, preparing myself for the end of the month. Three years ago, tomorrow, is the
November creeps in … the hole of Owen’s death starts to bleed again. I find myself having the ugly cries in church – every Sunday.
The preparation for the third annual ornament drive has begun. This process always brings a sense of pride and sadness. I give a lot of
Time … it’s been two years. Two years since I saw Owen alive for the last time. Two years since my home was filled with
I am in the car on the way to Madison. Technology is pretty amazing that I can sit here and type while flying down I-94.
What I didn’t mention about Private Practice … is how wonderful it is to see a sitcom spread the word on how important organ donation
Looking deep into these eyes today … remembering what he looked like – one small detail at a time. I know all mothers say that
I lay in bed … Listening to the thunder. I smile as I think of what the Schaefer kids would tell me … It’s the
Easter morning came at about 6:45am. Jaden was SUPER excited to see what the bunny brought for him this year. He’s been telling me how