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 hid her from it for as long as I could. I was 15 weeks pregnant when he abandoned us. He’d see her Friday. I couldn’t lie anymore. My heart shattered, and I had to force myself to hold back the tears.”
“I’ve been out today once and heard it all in the space of twenty minutes. Masks don’t muffle your voice as much as you think.”
“Not just the ones where we find regular time for each other. Not just the ones when you’re riding the highs. Not just the ones that result in fun as h*ll girls’ nights. Not just the ones that align with mine.”
“I couldn’t ever imagine a life without you, but here I am doing it. Living in spite of my dreams dying. And I miss it all.”
“’I just really wanted to go to Europe, I’ve wanted to go my whole life.’ This is what I said to my husband. He was laid off from his job and then didn’t work all summer. ‘Mom, I am so mad.’”
“He said to it, ‘It’s okay little guy, you’ll be safe here.’ He scooped it up and brought it to me. I realized even though we weren’t ‘schooling’ together, we were both learning.”
“I’m used to juggling my schedule to take care of ‘kid stuff.’ Today, though, things were different. I had my shower, makeup, and hair done before I even had to wake my oldest two boys up for school. So, I sat down.”
“I was skipping class to go to a free clinic to take a pregnancy test. I was 17 years old and pregnant. I easily could have applied for state aid. We knew we were going to prove them wrong.”
“I heard you say my whole name and snap at me. You said you were sorry. ‘Can we EVER get out of this house on time?’ I wasn’t trying to make us late.”
“They just tried to drown out what was happening with their singing. They sat in a church and all they did was sing louder. This story runs through my head on repeat. I don’t want to be the Christian who sings.”