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My Aha Moment
Dear Mom, I’ve been staring at a blank page for hours. The cursor mocking me with its excessive blinking. I know what I want to write about this week. I know what I want to ask you. I know what… Continue reading
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A Lonely Child
Dear Mom, If you were alive, you’d say I was a troubled teenager, which I was, but I also know my troubles began long before. I can trace it all back to my childhood. When I close my eyes and… Continue reading
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Who’s Watching Us?
Dear Mom, At what age did you feel that you reached adulthood? Like really. Not the dictionary definition of adulthood, which actually says twenty years old is considered the beginning. There is no way I was an adult at twenty. … Continue reading
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When I Die
Dear Mom, When I die, I want the party you never got. I want music and dancing and a true celebration. You requested a party. You never got it. I want it. I also know, it’s not that simple. I’ve… Continue reading
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What If I Had Asked for Help?
Dear Mom, For years, and I mean for all my life leading up to probably last week after my new therapist helped me open my eyes, I believed I had gotten away with it. I had pulled one over on… Continue reading
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This Time is Different
Dear Mom, It’s been a week since the election. A week where I, and I imagine many Americans as well, have been going through the stages of grief. It’s a strange journey to rapidly grieve like this. To wake up… Continue reading
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Today is Going to Be Challenging
Dear Mom, I keep sitting down to write to you this week and I keep failing. I keep starting topics that go nowhere, and I keep giving up. At first, I thought maybe I simply ran out of things to… Continue reading
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Running Free
Dear Mom, Scotland had her second dive meet over the weekend. After so many setbacks with mistakes from the dive program. So many cancelled practices after the pool had to shut down due to little kids pooping in the water.… Continue reading
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A Little Magic
Dear Mom, Over the weekend we watched a movie about imaginary friends, and it sparked some truly magical conversations at dinner. We asked each other, what if we had imaginary friends? I could really visualize Scotland’s friend. Long curly hair… Continue reading










