Mom and dad divorced when I was near the age of 5, leaving mom with 3 little ones, under the age of 5, to nurture on her own. Dad was in and out of our lives, but mostly out. Multiple disappointments, no shows, no calls, all while I waited- leaving me in tears. As a kid, I often wondered what was wrong with me? Why couldn't I be his little girl anymore? Why did my dad not love me like all of my friends dad's loved them? I wondered this through my entire childhood. These thoughts haunted me. Dad remarried multiple times, and he ended up having five kids...

My husband and I met in 2009. We met at the Dublin Methodist Hospital where I worked as an RN in the Special Care Nursery, and Andrew, my husband, worked in the security department. Shortly after meeting, we left the hospital, and I now work in the NICU at Nationwide Children's Hospital, and Andrew works as a Police Officer. We married in 2012 and moved to Hilliard in 2013. We had our first child, Graham, in 2014. He is our  loving, fun, and rambuctious 2-year-old, who lights up our lives. Life was great--and we knew we wanted more children. In 2015, I became pregnant and soon...

Change is about adapting and adopting, and I have done my very best in the last 3 years. In 2013, my life changed in a matter of 7 months. And it was a drastic change, not one to easily prepare for, and one that will affect me physically, mentally, and emotionally until I am gone. I lost my husband, Kevin H. Michael, of 34 years, my best friend and advocate, my lover, the father of my children, and my cohort in all kinds of mischief (Irish and otherwise). I lost him to cancer. And, I watched him deteriorate from a robust, fun-loving, musical wizard, who...

My grandma died. I almost died. My stepmom was diagnosed with throat cancer. My mom had a year full of surgeries and we almost lost her. I know, everyone goes through tough times--and they move on--they heal, and they put those horrible memories in their distant memory. They move them to a spot that is not in the forefront, but in a place where only certain triggers cause the memories to reappear. Well, most people do. Not me. So, after my grandma passed away, I was heartbroken. Like, I really felt like my heart was broken. It hurt...