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 →
Like many of us who lost a parent young, I have very few memories left of my dad. Throughout my life, it's been tough to discern whether or not the ones I have are actual memories or a creation of the perfect dad I would like to hold on to. The vivid memories that I do... Continue Reading →
Life Without My Dad 