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Apparently, sibling closeness doesn’t follow a straight line so much as it takes the scenic route (my family ssssooooo loves the scenic route. We love everything about dragging events on like they’re a binge-worthy drama on Netflix). Kids start out glued together in early and middle childhood, only to dramatically…

At some point in my life, I felt a strong “need” – the kind of itch that usually means you’re either about to joining a cult or spend too much money on a hobby that involves microfilm and a magnifying glass. – to visit the final resting place (a term…

As our initial meeting wrapped up, I’d like to say we walked away with a “sense of hope”—or maybe it was just the lightheadedness that comes from realizing your life just turned into a daytime soap opera with a bloated cast list. I’m supposedly part of “something” now, though the…

Of course, once the conversations started flowing — the messages, the social media stalking, the “Wait… is that REALLY their face?” moments — and yes, maybe a video chat or two where I pretended not to be staring too hard at the other’s features, the inevitable next step arrived. We…

The days leading up to the viewing and funeral of our sweet Laura were a blur of tears, laughter, and mall shopping for something—anything—purple. Purple… how we all love purple. It wasn’t even a question. It wasn’t, “Should we wear purple?” It was, “Wear purple for the funeral.” Period. Captain…

I can’t even begin to put into words what the drive to the hospital was like. Shock and disbelief didn’t just take over—they swallowed us whole. Autopilot was the only thing keeping our cars moving, like our bodies knew the route even though our minds were somewhere else entirely. No…

First, a half‑assed apology for slacking in the writing department. And I say half‑assed because, truthfully, I don’t even know how to continue. The past few weeks have been both a whirlwind and a tornado rolled into one hell of an emotional rollercoaster. To say things have been “busy” is…

Perhaps it’s time for a brief intermission from the saga of sorrow that’s become the hallmark of my existence—a little palate cleanser, if you will. I recently received a couple of reader questions, and one in particular caught me off guard. It was a bit trippy, honestly, because it asked…

The date was still February 4th, 2019 but the hours had flown by and it was then 8:16pm. “Ding.” A different sound this time. The soft, familiar flutter of a Facebook messenger message. All sounds coming from my cell phone had made me a bit jumpy by this point. haha…