I love to write. Writing centers me, it calms me and it helps me process my own feelings when everything feels like a jumbled mess inside my head and heart. I started this blog not having a plan. I felt I had a story to tell and I wanted to share it but I didn’t… Continue reading Right There in Black & White
I used to rest my head on a chest, next to heart that no longer beats.
If it makes you cry when you write it, it’s good. This one made me bleed. Xo – Steph
My “real life” has been so busy I haven’t had as much time as I’ve wanted to write, but manage to sneak in a poem here or there. Xo – Steph ‘Don’t Break Them’ ‘Enough’ ‘Just Me’
His sign, while still special, but it’s really just letters on a board. His name is now just a name, not a person, with a beating heart, he is a memory. In memory of…
For the first time, ever, I think I caught the smallest glimpse of what it must be like to lose someone so special, to miss someone and to miss them forever. I wondered how many times my Mom has had that thought over the years.
Managing being Momma, even on the “dad days” meant that yesterday he probably ate too much junk food, I suggested a movie because it was dark and maybe he wouldn’t notice if I wasn’t as present as I wanted to be. We were doing something, without me having to do anything. I’m a Mom, I’m not an expert at being a Mom…I don’t think anyone is. I’m just doing the best I can.
It’s hard for me to admit that maybe I haven’t always been the kind of mom I’ve wanted to be. So, here is what I know, with every fiber of my being, I know my son knows how much I love him. I know I’ve done my best and I know he knows that, too.
Five minutes. What do you really have to lose? In a world that is often unkind and harsh, be the seed that grows something beautiful. Lift others up with your words. Plant seeds of hope, not despair.
Today is a perfect example of what it means to have a big sister. Not just any sister, a sister like mine. Today is Easter and we usually spend the day together, as a family…we go to Mom & Dad’s with our kids and it’s a big to do. Dad hops around the house and… Continue reading A sister like mine…