The Feed

I was young when I first came across a basket full of journals. I poked around a bit, wondering what they were.

19 days. In real-time, there was one year and 19 days between the dates. March 13, 2003 April 2, 2004 But now? Now, it's just 19 days. 19...

I have officially lived just as long without my mom as I had lived with her. 18 years. I think back to how grown I thought I was before I...

In almost every picture of the two of us, we have our faces squished together. She really was my best friend. There for me, no matter...

I couldn’t post the same pictures again. I just couldn’t. Sixteen years, and my constant thought is that there just aren’t enough...

I remember when I didn’t know how I was going to get through the day, let alone an entire year. And at a year, I couldn’t see how one day...

I knew, as always, that this day was coming soon. I’ve just been busier than normal, maybe. Last week was busy with playoffs, work, and...

Thirteen years. A few nights ago my boys asked me if I could change anything about my past, what would it be? They were surprised with my...

"Time of death, 2:50" That memory was pulling me down hard last night. I felt myself walking down the hall. I could see the nurse. I...

It's hard to grasp that it's been eleven years. I remember thinking, soon after she passed away, that I couldn't get through a year...