It’s Sunday morning. I’m stretched out on the couch wearing comfy pajamas, a super soft fleece blanket draped over my legs. It’s dark outside, a rainy, overcast day. There’s no one else awake at the moment. I’m trying to write a book, but every time I glance up from the laptop, my gaze focuses on... Continue Reading →
What if you’d left work early that day? What if you’d called/texted and asked him to walk the dog? What if you’d called/texted and asked if he picked his sister up from the bus stop? What if you’d called/texted and asked what he wanted for dinner? What if the dog had realized what was going... Continue Reading →
It’s March. The worst month of the year. Which isn’t a fair assessment, generally speaking. March means spring, warm weather is coming. My dad’s birthday is in March; so is my husband’s and several other friends. St. Patrick’s Day. March Madness. Daylight Savings Time. And my son died on March 15th, last year. It’s weird.... Continue Reading →
Yeah, that’s me. Let me paint a picture… Once upon a time, I had two kids. Despite the lack of a manual and the never-ending advice from everywhere—little that was repeated, and never knowing what was right—I thought I was doing okay. My kids were healthy, getting good grades, had friends, people generally seemed to like... Continue Reading →
It all started in college. If I recall correctly, we met, or at least spoke, for the first time at a basketball game, our sophomore year at Centenary College of Louisiana. From there, she became my go-to girl, my wingman, my shoulder to cry on, my compatriot to get drunk and laugh with. She has... Continue Reading →