Elizabeth Grow is an editor and content writer for Love What Matters. A graduate of Utah State University, she now lives in Las Vegas with her husband and two dogs. Elizabeth loves sharing stories that raise awareness for neglected populations within our society, particularly the mentally ill. She loves music, any kind of DIY craft project, and a good movie.
“I only saw my abuela a handful of times, and I never had the chance to meet my abuelo. In a way, cooking my dad’s recipe for carnitas makes me feel close to them. It’s part of my heritage.”
“My dad was my Show Up guy. When he had a stroke a few weeks ago, he was met with a Show Up daughter.”
“I wouldn’t blink an eye if told I had to get on stage in front of hundreds of people and perform. I’d do it in a heartbeat, and do it enthusiastically. But put me in a room with the same people and ask me to mingle, and I’d want to crawl into a hole and hide.”
“When he sends a sign, it’s like he was just in the room, his 100-watt smile beaming bright as he dropped off the gift himself.”
“How could this be happening when everything had been so normal for the last 34 weeks? Concerned. That word still haunts me. We were almost done with the pregnancy, and to just find out something was abnormal was tough to process.”
“Her foster mom handed Areum to me, and all I could do was thank her, telling her we would meet again one day. Then, holding our daughter, I watched the doors of the elevator slowly close, with tears in my eyes.”
“Anytime I make this dish, I feel my nana’s hands guiding me through each step.”
“We don’t have to be best friends, follow each other on social media, hang out as a family, or even communicate about non-child centered things… but we do have to make it work for our kids.”
“All women deserve to have a positive birthing experience, no matter what methods they choose.”
“One day, our skin will be wrinkly and weathered, like gently worn leather, and our hair will have turned gray. But I know he’ll be sitting right next to me on the porch, holding my hand as we watch our grandkids play.”
