Today is the two year anniversary of my mother's passing. Leading up to her death-iversary is always difficult. It was made even more difficult by the fight we had with Virginia the last few weeks. I felt like I barely had time to prepare my heart for the incoming surge of grief. I had to … Continue reading I’m Not Sorry
If Mothers Day is hard, I understand this too well. There were many Mothers Days when I couldn't call my mom. There were years of frustration, pain, and anger. Even after her death I'm still coming to terms with how our relationship did and didn't work and so for me, Mothers Day is hard. My … Continue reading If Mothers Day Is Hard
I'm starting a new series here where I'm sharing old posts from past blogs and giving them new life. I published this in July 2015, just a few months after my mother's cancer diagnosis. Rereading these words, almost three years later, is a surreal experience. And I wanted to share them. "The Faucet Is Leaking" … Continue reading Memory Lane: My Faucet Is Leaking
I love sparkle and shine. I love the gorgeous shimmer of of light dancing across a well lit glittery nail or eye. It's gorgeous. It's magic. And it's no wonder glitter is one of our favorite makeup essentials these days. But, I can't be a part of the glitter club anymore. Because it is literally … Continue reading Why I’ve Stopped Using Glitter In My Looks
This has been a long time coming. I didn't intend to get to this point. As a matter of fact, I thought myself brave for not even considering forgiveness. It took me years to work up the courage to get justifiably angry and once I got there, it never occurred to me that there'd come … Continue reading To The Women Who Have Hurt Me: I Forgive You
I never speed. I'm religiously faithful to speeding limits. I keep my hands at ten and two and scan the horizon for traffic signs and police. I'm cautious. When I test drove a sports car the salesman told me to open her up and see what she could do. I opted not to and instead … Continue reading The Space She Held
Layers of makeup can't hide the pain of loss.