“Look at the devastation left behind that is my family and tell me it isn’t time for change. Imagine if this was your family…”
- Love What Matters
- Children
“Look at the devastation left behind that is my family and tell me it isn’t time for change. Imagine if this was your family…”
“I knew this was bad, I felt like that same 15-year-old girl having to make the decision whether or not to let my mom live.”
“I was scared to care for him in fear of acting on one of these thoughts. But I also had a hard time letting go of him for even 10 minutes to give myself a break.”
“That’s when she walked up. A darling little girl who wanted to play with Jude. My heart melted as he looked up and smiled at her. In that moment, she let out the wettest, most mucous-y sounding cough right in his face. I was horrified.”
“I couldn’t wait any longer so I drove myself to the hospital. They told me there was nothing they could do to stop this baby from coming today. Alex was set to leave for deployment in 17 days.”
“I don’t recall the specific tactics my molester used to ensure I wouldn’t talk. Only that they worked for years.”
“What I didn’t know was my daughter had died earlier that morning. After what I had thought was a normal day, a sonogram showed a black and white blob of static, unmoving, rather than the beating of her little heart. Grief has been called a journey, but journey’s imply an endpoint, a destination. Grief is more like an ocean; it’s being thrashed around by waves, trying to come up for air, in a world where you must learn how to swim.”
“I sat there in shock. My husband danced around the room, whooping and hollering with his hands in the air like Rocky Balboa. Before I could even share in his excitement, the door closed. He told us the road ahead would not be easy, and I could ‘reduce’ down to 1 or 2. That snapped me back to reality. I told him I absolutely DID need to keep all of them.”
“Before I knew it, at least 20 different people were in the room. Doctors, nurses, and students got to see my newborn baby before I did. My husband slowly told me, ‘Honey, there’s something wrong with his leg.’ I’m sorry, WHAT? His skin was purple and black, marbled down his whole right leg.”