“Mommy’s sick baby. Sometimes her heart hurts and she doesn’t know why.” Tears roll down my face as I try to explain to my five-year-old why he found me crying in the closet. Without questioning, he crawls into my lap, wraps his arms around my neck, and lays his little head on my shoulder, gently…
January 1, 2019 – a new year and a fresh new start, right? Except January 1, 2019, was 365 days ago, the day I resolved to start this blog. I hoped to introduce transparency into my life, share in more vulnerable ways, and foster genuine connections. Yet, I didn’t write a single post. Last night as the country watched a nearly 12,000 pound Waterford Crystal ball drop 77 feet, I sat alone on my couch yearning for the same things I had a full year before – authenticity and connection. This year, I will learn to be unapologetically me.