My Stories

Today is one. And not just any “one,” its an important one. Today we start the count. It is the third round of chemo and like everything...

Dear Mike Rowe, Sorry to be formal, but you will always be Mike Rowe. Calling you Mike just feels wrong. You’re Mike Rowe! And this name...

At first, I wrote this email to a select few, but as I was about to send, I realized that there are more of you than I probably realize....

Today I prepare. Tomorrow I have my team’s offsite. I will be at work for 24hrs. I will travel. I will leave Jacob. The timing is...

I asked to stop because I want to swim. We are not prepared to swim. Actually, that is not accurate. I am not prepared to swim. Steve is...

I begged Steve to “switch” as my head was throbbing. Jacob only wants me and its not a “mama” sweet snuggle moment, it’s SCREAMING,...

I didn’t plan on writing to you. I just asked Steve to hand me a computer so I could write down a happy memory so I could read it later....

We really are trying. We really are. We want to make lemonade out of our lemons. We want to be a family again. We want to be happy. We...

There is no physical police baton. I’m sorry for getting you excited. Sorry. I only wrote the memory down which is months old. I wrote it...

Jacob wanted strawberry milk. We can’t go until he gets his wallet. He wants to pay. We go to the local deli. While there Jacob sees a...

It started with a pen. When we met, Steve always had a certain pen on him. It was a fancy looking pen, it had weight to it. And he always...

I got a text when Jacob was the sickest we have seen him. I couldn’t really enjoy it. I was just so down that the differential in my...

What do I do? That was a question I got the other day and I’ve been thinking a lot about it as I was taken aback. “What do you do” is not...

Turns out he’s bridable. I got a night off for $100. That was how much it cost to have grandma sleepover without mom. A crisp Franklin....

Through being open with you, you have been open to me. Not only have you sent me love, support, but also, your stories. I’ve been the...

It’s quiet over here. In your time it would still be VERY busy. Quiet here is blood transfusions, fevers, medicines galore, and stretches...

You like the rest of this cage I know well. I could draw all of you with my eyes closed. But you, I know the best, as I stare at your...

We are back in the hospital. It is day 9. Just like last round. Day 9. Fever. And poor Jacob. This was his day “off.” A day he didn’t...

Benno builds glass planes in his head. We are laying in bed and he is telling me about them. Everything is glass. The floor is glass, the...

Imagine having Dave Chappelle in your living room just talking to you. Just talking. Hearing about his life, his understandings, and its...