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

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...

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.

A creative writing of how I might speak to my younger self, if given the opportunity.