I Would Remember


When all is said and done I would remember the snow outside the doctor’s office.  The unknowingness in my children’s lives.  The struggle to be inside a new chapter after. I would remember the stars.  The lake.  Loneliness on the deck.  The decade that was born from the grief.  My dogs. The girls…

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You Can Call Me Georgia


Something magical happens when you stop caring about what others think of you.  You start to taste a level of freedom that questions all of your past decisions.  It changes your interactions with people.  Your conversations with your boss.  Your friends.  The whole ecosystem around you.  The other…

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The Life After Loss Kidnapper


She resides inside new love.  She makes her home within a new memory.  She keeps you up at night after a first date.  And she whispers words of utter destruction.  Especially after laughter.  After fun.  Her name is guilt.  And she ain’t going anywhere anytime soon.  Or so she thinks.  Her hands…

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The Long Way Home


It has taken me over 13 years to feel a longer lasting sense of happiness.  You might want to yell out but Christina, that’s too long of a journey.  And I will say that is the good side of life after loss.  Not many of us ever make it back to a happy life.  You see, after a traumatic loss when we…

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I Would Remember


When all is said and done I would remember the snow outside the doctor’s office.  The unknowingness in my children’s lives.  The struggle to be inside a new chapter after. I would remember the stars.  The lake.  Loneliness on the deck.  The decade that was born from the grief.  My dogs. The girls…

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You Can Call Me Georgia


Something magical happens when you stop caring about what others think of you.  You start to taste a level of freedom that questions all of your past decisions.  It changes your interactions with people.  Your conversations with your boss.  Your friends.  The whole ecosystem around you.  The other…

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The Life After Loss Kidnapper


She resides inside new love.  She makes her home within a new memory.  She keeps you up at night after a first date.  And she whispers words of utter destruction.  Especially after laughter.  After fun.  Her name is guilt.  And she ain’t going anywhere anytime soon.  Or so she thinks.  Her hands…

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The Long Way Home


It has taken me over 13 years to feel a longer lasting sense of happiness.  You might want to yell out but Christina, that’s too long of a journey.  And I will say that is the good side of life after loss.  Not many of us ever make it back to a happy life.  You see, after a traumatic loss when we…

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