Life

Three years later…

Today marks three years since we unexpectedly lost Mom. And even after three years, the pain of that loss is still so raw. There’s a void that I feel like I’ll never be able to fill entirely. I still dream about her, but it’s usually dreams that involve someone or something preventing us from seeing each other. Like even my subconscious knows that she’s just out of reach.

Snippets

Weekend Writing Warriors #93!

Happy New Year, my dears! Hope your 2019 is off to a great, productive start! Instead of making resolutions, I have a big goal instead–to finish the first draft of Learning to Love by the end of April. Ambitious? Perhaps. But I think sharing a snippet here each week will help to motivate me to see it through. So, here’s another sneak peek! 🙂