When I was four, and you and my mom got divorced, you left. Do you even understand what that did? That separated us. Not just physically, but emotionally. I forgot what you even looked like. I forgot your personality. I forgot who you were supposed to be to me. I had no other example of what a father was supposed to do for me. All I knew is that you were not around. I got used to it until I went to school and everyone else's moms and dads came to pick them up together, until my mom got remarried to someone that I was under the impression was supposed to take your place. He was around and you weren't. He came to my performances and you didn't. He took me to and from school and you didn't. He cared about me and, in my mind, you didn't.Read More
I had a miscarriage. It's so hard for me not to think that miscarriage is some fancy word intended to conceal the bitter, ugly truth. There was a baby. That precious baby died. On October 18th I took a pregnancy test. I thought it had come out negative. After days passed with no appearance of my period I dug back through the bathroom trash can. On October 21st I saw a little blue line in the box that indicates a pregnancy. Thin and light, but undeniably visible. I was pregnant. I waited for four hours to tell my husband. I was a blubbering mess. This is all we had ever wanted. Jacob and I were going to be parents to a tiny, little human.Read More
On Tuesday, November 8th, Donald J. Trump became the new President-Elect of the United States of America.
No matter who you support, you cannot deny that the result of this election has set our country against itself. There is so much hate coming from BOTH sides. Women are being targeted, Muslims are being attacked, the LGBTQIA community is in fear of their future, riots are growing out of countrol, and our flag - the symbol of our liberty and freedom - is in flames.Read More