"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.

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...

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...

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.

I missed the deadline to be an extraordinary kid. But that doesn't mean my chance to be extraordinary has expired...

A cosmic ocean of energy - All souls rolled into one – The sea from which we come from And return when we are done. For just as a glass...

A funny, short story about the things that get in our way when trying to stick to our new year's resolutions.

I've learned something about art this go around the sun. Growing up, I thought that art had to be beautiful. Now, I know different...

Poetic thoughts on what it means to truly heal from something and move on to love yourself.