Do you feel overwhelmed by other people’s judgment? Like you’re always the one who gets blamed for everyone’s mistakes? Like everyone expects you to anticipate their every little need and resents you when you can’t live up to their impossible expectations? Maybe you feel like you constantly let your… Read More

It used to be so much easier to do it all. Back then, you could handle the kids, the carpet stains, the many work projects, the constant calls from family and friends and the occasional telemarketer. Looking back, you’re not sure how you did it. When I feel… Read More

The knot in my stomach grows larger with each letter I type on my phone in the half-light glow of my bedroom. Although I’m sick and need rest, I feel guilty about cancelling weekend plans with my friend. After thirty minutes of careful crafting, I finally have a “cancelled… Read More

When I was with her, I felt ageless. The years fell away and we were, once again, college coeds enjoying what life had to offer. In college, Kozy was the fun one of our group. Her heart was so big and she had room in it for all kinds of… Read More

It all started with a phone call that caught me off guard. “Dad’s in the hospital,” my sister said. “What’s wrong with him?” I asked. “We don’t know. He just wasn’t feeling right. I’ll keep you updated.” I wish I could’ve said, “I’m getting in my car. Read More

You’re busily going throughout your day when you feel it coming on: a tickle in the back of your throat, a wave of nausea, the kind of lethargy only sickness gives. You try to ignore the feeling, telling yourself you have too much to do today. This is the worst… Read More

“Sometimes things just don’t work out,” I heard myself saying over the phone. “It’s okay.” While my voice sounded convincing, I felt anything but okay. With that phone call, I had just given up my dream apartment with my dream roommates in my dream town. I said goodbye to my… Read More

“James* collapsed this morning while running a marathon, and he passed away.” Those are the words my husband whispered to me in disbelief as he pulled the phone away from his ear. The man who had stood with us in our wedding, the man who had enlisted in… Read More

I wish I talked to God more like my 7-year-old nephew. When Max prays, he thanks God for the popsicle he ate that day. He prays for a sick bird he saw at the zoo. He asks forgiveness for accidentally crushing an ant with his foot on the sidewalk. Often,… Read More

The theatre lights turn on and the credits roll as the audience slowly trickles out in a daze, shoes crunching popcorn kernels along the way. But I’m still sitting in my theatre seat, unwilling to let reality set back in after watching such a happy ending. Because… Read More