I just solicited budget feedback from all the VPs in my company. I made the information due back to me on Friday, November 13 – Friday the Thirteenth. The old me wouldn’t have done that. The new me hopes they’re all super disturbed by the whole Friday the Thirteenth thing. Continue reading
So when I tell people Matthew’s story, most of them are like “WTF!?!” And then they ask questions. I don’t mind – I actually prefer inquisitive people, especially over those who keep their heads shoved up dark places. Continue reading
I recently discovered a random, single stall bathroom right next to my office. It’s like its own little office, but with a shitter. I’m so thankful for it, because it means I don’t have to venture to the real bathroom, where I’d see others. At least this office doesn’t have glass walls, but it’s still kind of awkward to use it… Continue reading
Last Thursday, October 15 was Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day. The day now holds deep meaning to us – it forever will. I’d intended to fully participate, but life interfered, and some hilarity ensued. Continue reading
I’m kind of obsessed with Joe Biden – he’s current Vice President of the United States of America (figured I’d clarify, because Jimmy Fallon’s pedestrian interviews suggest it’s a little-known fact among the American people). And no, I’m not obsessed in some creepy, stalkerish sort of way. I’m obsessed because his words – the words of Joe Biden – on grief, have spoken to me. Continue reading
The parking garage attendant for my downtown office building sees me. And I don’t just mean in a literal sense – like she sees my shell passing by each day… I’m fairly certain she sees straight into my soul. Continue reading
When I was pregnant with Matthew, this obnoxious woman ambushed me as I was sitting on my front porch. She was super aggressive. After our encounter, I managed to write her off as that “crazy woman from my neighborhood with no social skills”. Continue reading
This story is far longer than I intended for it to be. But the story of Matthew’s life is beautiful, the story of his death is traumatic, dramatic, and complicated, and his impact and legacy deserve recognition. So here we go… Continue reading
It’s amazing – the thoughts I’ll entertain in my darkest moments – the desperation that can emerge from the depths of my sorrow… Mark gets weirded out and thinks I’m cray-cray, but I don’t think my thoughts are totally unique – I’ve heard others who’ve lost someone near and dear express similar thoughts, regardless of their actual spiritual beliefs. Continue reading
I’ve fired four therapists in my life. I’m zero for four. Formal therapy can be really awesome, and it helps a lot of people, and I’d like for me to be one of those people, but so far, no such luck. Continue reading
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