I experience four types of grief. The first type is what I call Constant Grief. The name speaks for itself. Grief is always there, and I...

There were a lot of decisions Brad and I made regarding our wedding that were not traditional. For example, getting married at a Science...

I carry with me a lot of shame about having been married prior to Brad. More than three years later, the word “divorce” still feels dirty...

Today, I attended a funeral – the first funeral since my mom’s. I was dreading it. I mean, nobody looks forward to attending any funeral...

Lately, I have been doing two things – texting Wes questions about my mom and rewatching Ted Lasso. Last week, we got to an episode where...

One year ago today, I hit rock bottom. I hope one day to share the full details of that harrowing experience, but for now, I am still too...

Yes, I am willing to lose friends and family members regarding their support of Donald Trump. No, it’s not about “disagreeing over...

I have to preface this blog with a story I have already shared, so I will make it as short as possible (for real this time). Despite...

To summarize Part I, I was interviewing in-person for a job at Goodwill Columbus that I fully intended to turn down, because Brad's...

Brad and I are both 33 years old. Collectively, we have worked at two companies (Best Buy and Goodwill) for 25 years. For the last year...

Just this morning, before I left for work, I spent time writing about how society isn’t built for grievers. The world just keeps on...

Earlier this week, I believe I was wronged. Treated unfairly. Cruelly, even. I don’t write this blog to cast blame or engage in drama,...

Today, I got a letter from the Archdiocese of Louisville. The annulment – which was filed without my knowledge – was affirmed, under the...

I haven’t done a deep dive into grief work yet, but in my experience so far, there is a lack of universal information about its...

Brad and I are formally finished touring wedding venues (I think). Woof. What an experience that was. I feel so bad for him, because I...

This blog feels more vulnerable to me than any past. I swear I am a rational, mentally-sound person (for the most part). I promise I...

Not only were my mom and I incredibly close, which allowed me to know and understand her on an intimate level, but we had had...

The first time I met Wes, the love of my mother’s life, we were at a funeral home. “Nice to meet you,” I said, not at all meaning it. My...

If you didn't catch Part I of this blog, you can read that here. The first weekend Wes and Mom spent together, I didn’t hear from her...

If I made a list of all the things I do well, let me tell you what would not be on there: sleep. Despite knowing, scientifically, that...