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Another Year
Today is the 11th anniversary of my mom’s death and I’ve been grieving extra hard. In the past, I haven’t used this day to grieve her more than any other day. I haven’t really needed to. For some reason, I woke… Continue reading
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Open, Honest, and Braless
Dear Mom, Sometimes I feel like I need to pinch myself. Like I’m living in a dream, and this can’t possibly be my life. Me, a mom? For real? A mom who looks forward to taking her kid to his… Continue reading
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Unwritten Letters
Dear Mom, Writing these letters to you has its ups and downs. Each week, usually every Sunday, I have terrible writer’s block and can’t come up with a topic to write about. The day I submit, I worry no one… Continue reading
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All Rolled Up Together
Dear Mom, I’m not entirely sure what day it is today. Feels like the last weeks have all morphed into one giant day like a dung beetle’s ball of poop. And yes, I just compared my life to the fecal… Continue reading
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Existing in the Chaos
Dear Mom, You know how people talk about the calm before the storm? Well… I’m currently experiencing the storm. I’m in the middle of it. The eye of the hurricane is hovering. It’s windy and treacherous and feels like it… Continue reading
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I Couldn’t Be Better
Dear Mom, Did you ever neglect to notice how good your life was because you were too busy worrying about what wasn’t perfect? Did you ever convince yourself that things could be better when in reality things were pretty great?… Continue reading
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Show Don’t Tell
Dear Mom, Did you ever find it super challenging to be a parent? Were there ever any days when you looked at us and thought, “Now how the hell am I going to handle this situation?” Did you ever overreact?… Continue reading
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I Don’t Have to Worry
Dear Mom, I woke up Monday morning with zero ideas in my head of topics to write about this week. I was totally blank. Also totally exhausted and cursing myself for once again staying up too late the night before… Continue reading
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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
Sober Letters to Mom 