The Kindness Of Strangers

Ever since my mom died, I have been drawn to all things yellow. You see, my mom loved the color yellow. She didn't wear it much but she liked it around her. My childhood bedroom walls, trinkets, flowers, soap containers; all yellow. So now I'm drawn to yellow because it's a way to connect to … Continue reading The Kindness Of Strangers

I Feel Like I’m Failing My Son

I'm going through it with William. I've wanted to write about it but the unfortunate reality is that he's fifteen and doing so violates his privacy to a certain extent. But, still all these words are inside me, my fingers ache to type them and my brain aches to get them out of my head. … Continue reading I Feel Like I’m Failing My Son

We All Need Mental Health Help Sometimes

I debated writing this. I'm not sure if I'll even post it. It makes me feel weak. And I'm afraid of being judged. But, since it is the time of "removing the stigma," I'll try to join in. I've been depressed. I have always been good at talking myself out of being sad. I've also been guilty of wishing … Continue reading We All Need Mental Health Help Sometimes