My First Christmas Without Alex
I was up early on Christmas morning—not because of excitement, but because of uncertainty. I didn’t know how the day[…]
When a Memory Brings Him Back — and Takes Him Away Again
I came across a video from December 2012 of Alex and Jason playing in the kitchen. They were just being[…]
The Conflict of Holding Christmas
I came across an Instagram reel the other day that made me stop and think. “There is a special kind[…]
Holding Gratitude and Grief at the Same Time
On Tuesday night, we ordered Chinese food for dinner. Nothing fancy—just one of those simple, comforting meals you go to[…]
Holiday Grief and Healing: Holding Space for Joy After Loss
This season has become an unexpected lesson in holiday grief and healing, as I try to make the holidays feel[…]
Navigating Christmas With a Broken Heart: Grief, Love, and the Weight of Wanting to Make It Special
Christmas used to feel simple. It used to arrive wrapped in familiar colors—soft lights, warm gatherings, the quiet magic that[…]
Back to the Start Line: How Training for a 70.3 Ironman Made Me a Kid Again
I’m 50 years old, and lately, I feel like I’ve been handed a second childhood—one filled with chlorine, wind-in-the-face speed,[…]
The Quiet Truth Benedict Cumberbatch Articulated About Loss
I found profound truth in a Benedict Cumberbatch quote: Grief is the echo of a profound connection. It is the[…]
When you hate who you’ve become
The weekend I’d been dreading—the first birthday without Alex—has passed. It came and went with the heavy, overwhelming reality I[…]
The Sun is Out, But There’s a Cloud Just for Me
The last few days, I haven’t felt like myself. Something has been off. It’s a strange and unsettling feeling, like[…]