My Box of Pain

My Box of Pain

When Jack died, I did not think I would ever stop hurting. I vividly remember the day he was born, the mixture of joy and pain we felt. No one could have prepared Jeff and I for what we were going to experience that day. We welcomed our son into the world then twenty...
The Cost of Status

The Cost of Status

It was in the second month of deciding to no longer pursue a career in healthcare that I realized I was going to lose my status. I was standing at the kitchen table and said out loud, “I’m going to miss my status!” Just announced it right there for all to hear. My...
When Struggle Meets Silence

When Struggle Meets Silence

This past Sunday I walked into my closet with a big decision to make. Do I wear the shoes or not? Now those who know me well can attest that I am not at all about fashion. I’m stuck somewhere in the 1980s in the land of argyle & cardigans. And my decision had...