9 Months to Live

I lost someone I loved today. And as I sit here writing to you, sipping on my delicious maladaptive coping skill, I reminisce, and I suffer. I yearn for that final hug and exchange of words now forever left unsaid. The cancer ravaged her body in 9 months from detection to death. A seemingly healthyContinue reading “9 Months to Live”

Through My Daughters’ Eyes

My daughter looked at me today, with her crystal blue eyes. She looked at me with such awe and admiration and love. It absolutely stilled me. I found myself wishing I could see myself through her eyes. I felt frumpy with formula on my skirt, spit up on my shirt, glasses on my face, andContinue reading “Through My Daughters’ Eyes”