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One simple act can change the course of a family in minutes: A death.... then a shift. That one day, when something changes. You realize you are now part of the oldest generation of your family. There are no more parents or grandparents ahead of you. I am now one of the matriarchs of my family. What was normal for me growing up made me assume that the next generation would naturally do what I did. I thought family traditions, expectations, and the way we showed up for one an

January, February and March, felt like proof to me that my life was headed where I wanted it to go. I felt confident in my choices Hope was in my heart Life felt full of possibilities and I was taking them I could see it... My new place A yard Rooms for my girls when they came to visit New flower gardens to plant and enjoy Unpacking my belongings from a year in storage and being excited with each box. I felt confident at work Building a team that was kind, supportive, and sh

I am sitting in the ER with my dad. This is our third visit trying to figure out what’s going on. I want to be clear. This isn’t a negative reflection on healthcare workers. Every person we’ve encountered has been personable, caring, and kind. My dad usually goes through the VA, and his primary care is there. But right now, the VA can’t provide some of the services he needs quickly enough, so the ER becomes the option unless you want to wait… and sometimes waiting just isn’t

Is there anyone else out there who absolutely loathes money? I don’t think I’ve ever experienced a time when money didn’t cause me stress, worry, or fear. Growing up, we didn’t have much. We drove used cars, our house was always a project, and my dad often traded work instead of taking money. My parents tried to shield us from financial stress, but as kids, we noticed things, overheard conversations, comparisons with others, and little glimpses that life is tight. Early Lesso