Flashback: More Than A Zero

This piece was first published in 2017 as part of an anthology but over the past week, leading up to my first son’s 14th birthday (wtf!!!), it kept coming to mind. Today, on his big day, I pulled it up and reread it and wow… as a writer, it always stuns me...

Why Kids Hurt Kids

TW: violence, death, abuse   Last week in my town a fifteen year old boy was killed. A family is broken. An unimaginable loss has filled those hearts, grief their now constant companion. That alone is devastating, more than any family should have to bear. But...

Brave Hearts Make Big Apologies

A couple weeks ago, I had a heart-changing conversation. It was beautiful, healing and full of love. It was a conversation I never thought would happen, an apology I never thought I’d receive.  But this isn’t a post about the breakdown – it doesn’t matter who...

Poking My Grief

I’ve come to accept that to be human is to ache. We may try to avoid it, to keep the pain away, but our efforts are foolish. Just as a smile will once again cross our face, so will tears stream down our cheeks. Grief and heartbreak come in many forms. From a loss of...

A Snow Blowing Feminist

This was the week I learned to use a snow blower. I know, it’s not glamorous or maybe even interesting. It’s just a snow blower. But it’s so much more than that too. I’ve been living on my own since the fall of 2018. For more than five years I have been doing my best...