Will It Ever Stop Being Enough?
Every night before I go to bed I do one thing: slowly open the door to my daughter’s room and stand over her, hand gently pressed on her head or her cheek or her stomach, and I smile. Call …
I Never Thought I’d Pity My Mom for Dying
After losing my mom when I was fourteen, going through big life milestones can really run the gamut of “I wish she could be here for this” to “I can’t believe how long I’ve been crying in this Trader Joe’s …