The Alligator In My Bed.
I’ve been having a pretty horrific tumor flare up over the last two weeks. Stress—good or bad—always does this. My grandma used to recite a…
Grieving seashells.
Last weekend, I drove 4 hours and 14 minutes, took exit 205, chugged along another 12 minutes, and pulled into Papa’s driveway on Turtle Beach.…
The push and the pull.
I’m moving in my sleep again. I’ll wake up sprawled across the bed, covers kicked off, hair its own continent. For years, I would go…
I was a late bloomer.
I used to wear 3 bras in middle school. I was a late bloomer. So as everyone else was…blossoming…I shrugged on 3 bras each morning—padding…
I saw you last night.
I saw you last night. I’m not sure when. Likely somewhere around 5:00 a.m. Right before I jolted awake—flipping around, fighting to fall back to…
if I had done it her way…
If I had done it her way, I would’ve stayed at that job forever. If I had done in his way, I would’ve never opened…
The Naive Hope & The Knowing Hope
I sat in my son’s nursery during a 3 a.m. feed—my tired eyes scanning the room, desperate to stay awake. I had the closet light…
the best view in any Parade.
When I used to perform at Walt Disney World, I often worked the night parade. It was my favorite shift. Getting a bird’s eye view…
when it feels like nothing is good and will be good ever again.
I recently had a conversation with a dear friend who is facing trauma. She said to me, “It just feels like nothing is good and…
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Blessings & Burdens Tied Up In Bows
I had a grand mal seizure while 32 weeks pregnant.
Mini Miracles.
Driving back home from Sarasota last week, I marveled aloud to Luke at my continued shock that I’m not in as much pain as we…
Wonderful Things Come to Those Who Wait & Weep
With Valentine's day sending hearts aflutter on social media feeds worldwide, my husband Luke and I got sent into a similar flutter. Yes, he surprised…
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in honor of Milo & Mila: a letter to the Momma who just miscarried.
This post is about my twin miscarriage. This is a taboo, yet very common, life event. Now that I have walked through it myself, I…
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Will you stay in the water?
When — not if but when — the hurtful, doubtful comments start surfacing to the waves around you, what will you do?
I used to be a horrible friend
(and what I did to shake it off and grow through it!)
I have two critics.
I have two critics. Well...two that actually sting. I am positive there are more. In fact, I could list a few more off the top…
my heart sunk sharing this.
I knew that as we shared this news, someone else was receiving a no, a not yet, a not the right fit, and a we need further scans.
when the Pain sneaks out.
I got my blood drawn last week. It's the proudest I have been of myself in a long time. No drugs and no one but…
scar(r)ed.
When I first started dating my husband Luke, I covered my mouth anytime joy tried to sneak out of the corners of my mouth. This…
Papa Lives At The Beach
The house was quiet. The peace felt as I pictured Grandma, smiling from a full day with James, tucking herself into bed enveloped my heart.…