One woman's journey from heartache to healing.
Dad would have been 57 today and I can't help but think of what he might have done with the last 22 years of his life. Since my dad was a wild soul much like myself, I know that we got robbed of all the creative genius he would have brought into the world. I... Continue Reading →
"And, for the first time in as long as I can remember, I had no pain in my chest today. Just like that, 21 years of pain all washed away on a mountaintop by a castle with my dad." - My Journal Entry 10/3/17 - Germany: Day 3, Heidelberg: Day 1 My third day in... Continue Reading →
Being fatherless left a hole in me that I couldn't even begin to process until nearly two decades later. I had recited the words "My father passed away when I was young" more times than I can count to strangers, new friends, potential love interests and anyone who innocently asked about my parents. I hated... Continue Reading →
Life Without My Dad 