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The Glider As we sat at the table remembering Alex, my mind went where it always goes eventually. Back to[…]

Monday was Alex’s 22nd birthday. Morning Even writing that sentence still doesn’t feel real. A birthday is supposed to be[…]

I didn’t plan to write this as a series. I didn’t plan to write it at all honestly. But grief[…]

This post is a reflection that follows The Day My Grief Answered Back—a continuation of what it means to listen,[…]

As if Alex’s birthday arriving on Monday wasn’t already heavy enough, it also happens to be his grandmom’s birthday. That[…]

I write about Alex often on here. His loss has undoubtedly changed me forever. It changed how I see the[…]

Mondays have always been hard for me. Not because the weekend ends or because work begins again—but because Monday is[…]

Training in the winter isn’t particularly fun. There’s no romantic version of it, no highlight reel that makes it feel[…]

I’ve seen a lot of year-end posts that talk about growth, gratitude, and lessons learned. This isn’t one of those.[…]

Jeremy just happened to be in the area on Christmas Eve. He reached out to see if he could stop[…]