How do you measure a life? My mama's legacy of love
I am lucky to have been her daughter. I grew up believing in myself, with a confidence that she cultivated in me every single day. I believed I was worthy of love because she showed me that I am. I didn’t realize what a gift she’d given me; how does one recognize what just…is?
Fielding Life’s Curveballs: How Playing Sports Shapes My Parenting
As a mama, I felt the sting of rejection during my kids' adolescence - the pain radiating through my soul like a line drive to the face. But sports taught me how to stay in the game, to fight for connection even when it hurts.
When will my mama forget me? Becoming fluent in the language of grief
I discovered the phrase “ambiguous grief” recently. It perfectly encapsulates the overwhelming sorrow I sometimes feel after spending time with my mother. Often, upon returning home, I take to my bed for a day or two, weeping, unable to function. Each return feels like a mini-death ritual, yet…she is alive.