grief

"I'm ready for a wig," my mom declares.

"My dad got diagnosed on Tuesday, and I'm scared."

I have good reason for my seasonal grinchiness.

"My childhood friends played and laughed with me. It was just what I needed."

"My six-year-old keeps asking."

"On rough days, I miss being parented."

My birthday was my favorite day of the year. But then things changed...

“Where is Grandpa Jack?” asked my five-year-old daughter.