From the Files of the Pain Curator

I decided that I must be a Pain Curator. I might have been born to have this job. I’ve pretty…

Raising a Daughter

I’ve been a little MIA for the past couple of weeks because I was finishing a project for a contest.…

Another birthday has come, without him. Today would have been Kenneth’s birthday. The kids have decided that they would like…

The feeling of missing someone is a tricky subject. This morning I received a reminder from Timehop about a Facebook…

When Kenneth was alive, we split everything in half. He drove the kids to preschool in the mornings while I…

I realized that maybe I wasn’t just tired. The low energy, the feelings of disinterest, the stress of being overwhelmed…

Pictured: the better part of relationships. “Once you lose yourself, you have two choices: find the person you used…

Part I of a series of essays on the topic of happiness. One Sunday morning, I sat in the adult…

After Kenneth’s funeral, at night, long after everyone who had come to pay their respects had gone home, I remember…

When somebody dies, they tend to get elevated to an untouchable godliness that can only be bestowed upon those who…