Three years ago today, at 4:16 a.m., I sat in the ICU and held my mom’s hand as she took her final breaths. I couldn’t bear to look at her face, so I watched the monitor as her pulse ox dropped. 80.65.40.0.0.0. […]
A family friend recently died and it brought some of the trauma of my early grief to the surface. Two years and two months into my own loss, here are eight lessons I’ve learned. 8. “Beginnings always hide themselves in ends.” – […]
I am driving my six-year-old daughter to the pediatrician.She’s in the backseat, breathing fast, labored.I’ve been up all night watching her chest rise and fall. In. Out. In. Out. A strange new wheeze rattles in her lungs. I am paralyzed by mom-anxiety. […]
