Love is like Glue

My son made me this clay molding of his hand for Mother’s Day when he was in first grade (five years ago). It’s one of the many priceless motherhood treasures he’s gifted me. Today, I broke it on accident. I had a little cry when I did. He rushed into the room and...

What IS My Impact?

Grief is like a flash flood. It rushes in unexpectedly and often changes the landscape of my day. As the woman at the counter slid me a receipt to sign for my oil change, she asked, “Was Jack your dad?” I stared at her for a moment. Was. Tears formed....