I lost my mother when I was just eighteen years old. It wasn’t the kind of thing where we knew the end was near—there were no painful life support decisions to make. I just woke up one day and twelve hours later, my world was different. Continue reading
If your husband/partner gave you $100 and four hours of uninterrupted alone time, how would you spend it?
I had been warned that this day would come, but after seven years, three months, and twenty-seven days my Ford Edge (lovingly called Miles) finally became too unsafe to drive. When it became apparent that we couldn’t risk putting our family in that car anymore, my husband and I began to research our next new ride. Continue reading