The Guilt of Missed Training and the Weight of Grief
With IRONMAN 70.3 Mallorca less than eight weeks away, I found myself carrying both race anxiety and the weight of[…]
One Year Later
A year after losing my son Alex, I found that the day I feared most wasn’t the anniversary itself, but[…]
Facing the First Monday in March
I’m sitting on my couch staring out into the backyard, watching the birds move from feeder to feeder without a[…]
The Shield Isn’t Perfect — And That’s Why I Love It
Tuesday marks one year since the worst day of my life. It’s an anniversary I never wanted. A date I[…]
The Songs That Take Me Back
It’s the middle of the night again. I’m on YouTube, falling down a rabbit hole of reaction videos—watching people discover[…]
The Moments I Keep Replaying
It’s the middle of the night again. The house is quiet. Everyone is asleep. And as soon as my head[…]
Where the 20 Should Be
There are a million things I would rather be building for my son than a memorial to place on the[…]
Mourning a Time You Can’t Go Back To
The other day Jeremy sent me a text that stopped me in my tracks. He was reflecting on how much[…]
A Different Kind of Dream
I had a dream about Alex the other night — and this one was different. In the past, when he’s[…]
When Joy and Grief Don’t Take Turns
Tonight I came across a reel that described something I’ve felt for a long time but struggled to explain. The[…]