

I Don't Want to be "That Mom"
With the help of my friend, I set this site up in January of 2016. There it sat for the last 17 months, empty and unloved until today. ...


Letters for Ian
"Letters for Ian" was an idea that started out of one of my therapy sessions with Rapson. We sit every two weeks in his small, very warm...


Gifting Friendship, Laughter and Hugs
I speak for most parents that we often feel defined by our children and their successes. These young vibrant kids are extensions of our...


The Hows, Whys and What Nows?
If you have stumbled across this little journal of mine then it is painfully obvious that I write about the loss of my son, Ian James, to...


Tis the Season of Second Firsts
I want to tip toe quietly into this first holiday season without Ian. My idea is that I can try to walk through it softly so as not to...


The Magnitude of Fortitude
The first time I remember hearing the word fortitude was in the first month after Ian had passed. Now don't go thinking my vocabulary is...


What Saves You from...You?
My first visit to see a grief counselor was about 3 months after Ian died. I had preconceived ideas about what someone, trained or not, ...


The Prophecy of a Born Hero
"Come sit with me now. We'll gaze at the falling sun as it grazes this horizon as we talk about simple nothings and silent stirrings with...


Before, After and a Bridge
In the beginning of 8th grade Ian worked hard to make sure he got placed in a higher level math class. He and I met with the counselor...


Sunday Cookies
For the past 5 years I have had the same Sunday routine. Baking chocolate chip cookies for the kids and Kat. There are certain things...