
After a difficult exchange in our dads support group, I spent the night wrestling with what it really means to[…]

After reading emails from our dads support group, I found myself asking a hard question: am I broken? Grief has[…]

A year after losing my son Alex, I found that the day I feared most wasn’t the anniversary itself, but[…]

Tonight I came across a reel that described something I’ve felt for a long time but struggled to explain. The[…]

There’s a moment I return to over and over.Not because I want to — but because my mind won’t let[…]

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[…]

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

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

I came across a video from December 2012 of Alex and Jason playing in the kitchen. They were just being[…]