"Writing inspiration comes to me in pictures. It took an argument with my husband to realize not everyone thinks this way.

Living with Angel for 37 days: fallen into the toilet, whiskers in the sink, but loving every moment because of his smile & our shared life.

Struggling to accept my father's passing, I find comfort in memories and the feeling that he'll always be with us, even if I can't see him.

HR Burktt reflects on her late mother's love and legacy, unveiling a deeply emotional journey of letters that transcend time.

You are the first place I ever came home to. The first place I ever dreamed. You witnessed my 1st ouchie, My 1st broken heart, My 1st loss.

In April 2005, I was driving sleepy when I ran a red light, leading to an accident with a City Dump Truck. This is that story.

She had diamonds in her eyes, a fire in her heart, and her soul was the song of a lark on a breezy spring morning...

He threatened me and made my life a living hell...but he didn't hit me. So it wasn't abuse...right?

For those of you who don't know me, allow me to introduce myself. For those of you who DO know me, allow me to RE-introduce myself.

This was originally written on June 29th, 2015. At the time, I was sitting vigil by my mother's bedside in hospice care...

If I could speak to my younger self, I would speak gently and with compassion, because I realize now how very much she needs that...

It was a rainy Tuesday morning, my darling little girl, when your Daddy rushed me to the hospital and you came into the world...

Experience the transformation from fantasy to reality in a relationship built on genuine connection. touching narrative explores how real lo

To The Ladies At Applebees: It’s 7 years later…and I remember you. We were both dining on the patio – you and your husband at your table,...

I think about you when I put on socks. But that’s an improvement...

Someone chose to walk away today. And when I asked “Why?”, they said “You.” But I stood my ground, I didn’t waiver- Didn’t give chase as...

A love letter to Nova and Yaya, our beloved furbabies.

Coping with infertility through writing and friendship.

Being hyper focused on death isn't always a bad thing. Here, I list some of the surprising perks.

My interview with the extraordinary Piper Prinzi.