On April 28, we lost our beloved corgi, Penelope Lane. She was seven years old and expected to recover from surgery, but her body gave out when we brought her home. We rushed her to the hospital to try to save her, but unfortunately, she passed away. Our world shifted the moment we left the ...

I do not have the words to say. How I wish that you could stay. I wish I could tell you about my day. I wish I could tell you everything. Life will never be the same. This loss is taking  all the fight from my game. I didn’t get to say goodbye on the last day you were alive. Now I’m here to pick up the pieces, as I am ...

Grief was as new to Lacey as having seasons. Autumn approached faster than she anticipated it would. She wasn’t prepared for change of any kind. The passing of her older sister, June, had rocked her to the core. June’s death was not the plan. The two women planned to grow old together. They would conquer ...

Christmas music is one of my favorite parts of the holiday season. I have a strong emotional reaction to music. Lyrics speak to me in ways nothing else can. So, it is no surprise Mark Schultz singing “Different Kind of Christmas” opens the floodgates of my emotions every time I listen to it. It is ...

I hide amidst the rolling cloudsBecause it’s where I find you mostYour jokes and voice now memoriesBut here you are my friend I miss you every single dayAnd I watch and wait and prayThat I may catch a glimpse of youSomewhere beyond the moon But amidst the rolling cloudsI see you finallyAs I sit and ...

Trigger warning: alcohol abuse, death/loss, depression They stumbled through the front door. Aria grunted under Camden’s weight again. She had his arm around her shoulders to pull him through the parking lot and to their door. Her neck and shoulders would be in pain the next morning, but this was the best way of getting ...

Read the previous parts here. My heart thudded as I tried to comprehend what my eyes were seeing. The mirror showed a live image of Calvin and me taking an evening stroll on the beach. The sun was setting slowly. I gasped at the sight of my physique. My stomach was as big as a pumpkin. ...

Read the previous parts here. I tried to avoid it, but it worsened as the days went on. I’m talking about the guilt. If I have had listened to my gut on getting an uber, Ian would be still alive. My poor judgment killed my best friend and I can’t do anything but live with ...

The following poem is from Lo Potter’s upcoming collection “Celestial Navigation” set for release in September 2021 it’s funny how only a great time laterwe take real personal meaning from dreams.when I dreamt that my bed was safe,because you would make it so.and those stars we pointed to,making constellations in our minds,slowly learning direction,teaching me ...