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The week before you died I accidentally burned my forearm on my curling wand. It had been the second time in a month I’d done so. You had been at my feet playing as I curled my hair, and I … Continue Reading Scars


Today, she is 2. This little fire breather who came thundering into our lives unplanned, when we were unready and … Continue Reading Two

Grief Police

I have read my fair share of hateful things since Sloan’s death. Everyday there’s someone new leaving a comment somewhere, deciding their opinion of me and bereaved parents like me, has any bearing on the necessity of our authenticity. In … Continue Reading Grief Police