During a recent talk with my therapist she asked about my father.

Last week I was on the phone with the receptionist at one of my mom’s doctors’ offices and I broke down.

About a month ago, I was watching a movie with my 4 year old nephew.

While in the shower today, I’ve been in deep reflection about the happenings of this year.

I had an issue with a friend that took days to resolve. It was the kind of disagreement that could damage a years-long friendship.

A few weeks ago I was diagnosed with Covid-19.

Tonight while on a call the facilitator asked for prayer requests. Over and over again I rehearsed my prayer requests only to decide not to speak.

My last year in college I dated this guy and for the most part he had his life together.

I used to cry when I couldn't get in contact with my mom.

Last Monday my mom had a really important surgery.

It’s taken me forever to write this post but here it goes.

Just about every financial expert encourages us to save for an emergency.

Sometimes we wait for God to give us an answer He's already given us.

My brother and I handle my mom’s finances.

A couple of years ago I took the only picture I have with both of my parents and as soon as my dad walked away I cried.

On Saturday, I spent some uninterrupted time with my dad.

When things get tough or when I know I’m about to go on a hard journey, I tend to wear something affirming.

The other day I asked, on FB, if anyone else held their breath while wearing a mask.

I used to be so jealous when my friends were getting married.