It’s been nearly six months now. Six months since a big yellow bus pulled up to our driveway and all three of my kids climbed aboard. Every day since, it’s been the same–Charlie climbs aboard first, Chanelle presses her hand lightly on Meadow’s back to guide her on second, and Chanelle climbs the three over-sized...
I turn on the car and there it is again. . . that song. That ‘Perfect’ song. You know it, Ed Sheeran with his alluring accent, poetic lyrics, and pipes that nearly bring me to tears every single time. (And don’t even get me started talking about the version with Andrea Bocelli. If you do...
I sat in the living room early this morning. The house was still dark and silent, except for the sound of a pup chewing a bone at my feet and a few cough, coughs from a little girl echoing from an upstairs bedroom. I opened my laptop, hoping I would find the bravery to write, but knowing...
He grew up Catholic, my Dad. Like, really, Catholic. You know, statue of Mary in the yard, Rosary beads in his mothers hands, alter boy, confession, seven brothers and sisters, Catholic school–he was raised in a Catholic home. And while he and my Mom didn’t raise us in the Catholic church, the foundations and traditions...
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