Emily Richey is a graduate of Pace University NYC. She has written and edited for multiple online platforms, including Love What Matters. She spends her free time petting stray cats.
Emily Richey is a graduate of Pace University NYC. She has written and edited for multiple online platforms, including Love What Matters. She spends her free time petting stray cats.
“We were presented with an opportunity. For some reason, we felt hesitation in our gut. ‘Why wouldn’t we do this?’ Exactly one year later, God birthed a new dream.”
“I’m crushed when other children ask her to play and she turns her back without a word. She may be a non-speaker, but she gives the tightest hugs and the biggest belly laughs.”
“Despite professional success, I was miserable. I was clinically depressed, unhappy, and facing a failing marriage. My tumor was the most beautiful gift I’d ever received.”
“As soon as I took one look at the tiny baby, it was all over for me. I was in love. I’m a mom, so I know what a mother’s love feels like. I never expected to feel that kind of love for a complete stranger.”
“My migraines began with a small blurry spot. This blur got bigger and bigger until I couldn’t see anything. ‘Get to an emergency room now!’ I couldn’t believe my ears.”
“I’d never feel those soft baby hairs, the heat of her being alive. I’d never see her smile again. The pain was so severe I thought I’d die.”
“I was hungry to keep his legacy alive, starving for people to recognize my loss. The casseroles stop coming before the grieving has even begun.”
“We don’t need to look like we’re in our twenties… We’ve already been there, done that! We can be sexy and carefree while stepping into our second half of life.”
“If I wanted to sleep with a man who wasn’t my boyfriend, I did just that. Sex became another drug for me. I drank to oblivion to erase the shame.”
“Just because a woman has grey hair doesn’t mean they have ‘let themselves go.’”