April 28, 2025 486 days without you Hi Dad, I know you’ll be happy to hear this—I’m sorry I haven’t written to you recently, but I’ve been busy actually being happy, continuing on with my life, doing all the things…
Letters to Dad: You’re On My Team
January 27, 2025 395 days without you Hi Dad, It’s me….again. I have a lot on my mind and no one to process it with, so I figured I could tell you. I mean what’s the worst that could happen?…
Letters to Dad: Family Dynamics & Versions of You
January 16, 2025 384 days without you Hi Dad, Tonight was rough, like couldn’t stop crying rough. And I feel like you might be the only one who would get it. That sucks you know—knowing the only person who would…
Letters to Dad: A New Year
January 10, 2025 378 days without you Happy New Year, Dad. 2025—can you believe it? Do you even recognize that it’s a new year up there? Does time even exist in Heaven? These questions make my brain hurt, so I’m…
Letters to Dad: Merry Christmas and Catching Up
December 27, 2024 363 days without you Hi Dad, Merry (late) Christmas. I’m sorry I didn’t write to you on Christmas day. I selfishly didn’t want to because I wanted to have a good day; not that every time I…
6 Months Without My Dad
For years now, my world has revolved around my dad. Ever since he was diagnosed in August of 2022 with stage 4 cancer, everything has been about him. I don’t say that in a malicious way, it was just a…
My Dad Died…. Now What?
Hi all, thank you for stopping by my blog once again. This post will be a bit different. I won’t be giving home decor tips or motivating you to journal or read (although I do think you should). Instead, I’m…
Quick Guide: Comfort Shows, Books, Movies & Music
With the end of another year, something in me always feels nostalgic, begging for a chance to walk down memory lane just one more time before the year ends. Maybe it’s because the college semester is ending or because all…
How to Stop the Gym Scaries
It wasn’t until this year that I decided I wasn’t going to let the gym scaries stop me anymore. I wasn’t going to let intimidation from huge, sweaty guys or my confusion over what each machine does scare me from moving my body in the way I want to.
