Gaslighting. You’ve probably heard the term, but you might not have ever sat down to think about what you have experienced yourself—and how it has affected you. I […]
Take the risk — it will change your life!
Just as I had envisioned, I was going to end up with (at least) two big dogs. They had to be dogs who needed a home and not […]
End of school – not sure who’s more ready!
If you have school age kids, the month of May can be a bit stressful. Everyone has their different experiences depending on how many kids you have and […]
“We don’t need another dog!”
My husband and daughter were not thrilled when I came home with Roscoe. They both made that pretty clear. They agreed that we didn’t have room for two […]
The love of a dog
The love of a dog. It changes you in ways that I believe only a dog knows how to do and we will never fully understand. For several […]
Letters to James (10): the first events without you
October 20, 2010 I love you, James. I miss you so bad it hurts. I want to touch you—hold you up to my face and see you smile […]
Letters to James (9): Doing our best..
September 26, 2010 Sorry it’s been several days, James. As you probably saw, I did something stupid the other night that stemmed from having too much to drink. […]
Letters to James (8): Back to work
September 20, 2010 Well buddy, I went back to work today for the first time since I broke my back. The doctor is only letting me do half-days […]
Letters to Dad (2)
Hey Dad, I am still trying my best to move forward without you here. Some days I am doing okay. But other days….whew…it feels like I just attended […]
Letters to James (7)
September 17, 2010 It’s 12:18 AM and we have made it through another day without you here. I miss you so much. I am starting to “meet” many […]
Letters to James (6): Signs from above
September 13, 2010 Wow, James! Mommy just had a total meltdown: it started with me trying to unload the dishwasher and your bottles and things were not in […]
Letters to James (5)
September 11, 2010 James, I miss you so bad it feels like I can’t breathe. I go in your room and cry so hard–smelling the few dirty clothes […]