LJ Herman is a former editor at Love What Matters and lives in Colorado. LJ is a concert, ticket and technology enthusiast. He has seen the Dave Mathews Band over one hundred times and counting.

LJ Herman is a former editor at Love What Matters and lives in Colorado. LJ is a concert, ticket and technology enthusiast. He has seen the Dave Mathews Band over one hundred times and counting.
“I called Will, asking him to come over so we could discuss my appointment. I told him I was terrified I’d lose my left ovary as quickly as it had taken my right. I cried and I shook, and he held himself steady.”
“The girl who is forever going out of her way. Who feels like nothing she does ever measures up. Who can’t do or be what everyone expects of her. That is your power.”
“Blake died one week shy of 11 months old in her daddy’s arms. ‘She is one day old.’ I told him she was born the day before, on Blakey’s birthday. ‘Wait, what? Are you serious? Well, let’s go get her!’ She seemed so tiny.”
“I remember the times we’ve brought each other takeout, changed a dirty diaper, remembered to pay a bill, and watched a show together despite a million interruptions… I remember how he hugged me when I cried. The little things… they’re what truly matter.”
“I texted, ‘I have a headache.’ Which was true. But not the entire truth. All I can think about right now is this hole punched in my heart today by absolutely nobody.”
“My cousin showed up at my house. Though her voice was calm when she arrived, I knew in that moment my sister was gone. Her death would be under investigation. She’d been struggling for months.”
“It is truly just that hard to be everything to everyone all at once. I’d be lying to you if I said I haven’t cried a whole h*ll of a lot.”
“I used to be the one they went to for all the things.”
“I was thinking, ‘No, I don’t want to try to sell them a car. Not in this situation.’ I was just trying to make a wish happen for this woman, and she was smiling from ear to ear.”
“The idea my children would one day have to seek refuge in the arms of some stranger’s mother… my goodness, that just wrecks me.”
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