Necklace and Borrowed Angel Giveaway–July 2018

July has been designated as Bereaved Parents Awareness month to honor those mothers and fathers living with the loss of a child. It is a time to bring attention, comfort, and support to an area of life that can be difficult to talk about, let alone live with. Grief is…

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Borrowed Angel Anniversary GIVEAWAY

Borrowed Angel hits two years of publication this month! That’s still pretty young in the book world and I am working hard to help Borrowed Angel become a known resource for parents who have lost a child. When my son died from SIDS six years ago, there were so many…

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Writing Your Tears

So much TRUTH to this. Borrowed Angel essentially wrote itself through tearful blog posts during the first two years after Ty passed away. I was never someone who could pick up the phone and call a family member or a friend while feeling trapped inside my loss. It was like…

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Holding Your Charge

I love my iPhone except for one thing: it does not hold its charge for long. As a result, because I refuse to buy the new and improved version, I have to plug it into the wall throughout the day. This dependence makes me mindful of its battery life. Rarely do I let…

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Like a Willow

Something you probably didn’t know about my book, Borrowed Angel: I considered titling it “Like a Willow” because of the symbolic nature of this gorgeous willow tree that was planted on our behalf.  This willow didn’t always look like this. In fact, it once was so scrawny with wispy branches…

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Scheduling Grief

When my son first died, there was no need to seek out moments to grieve. Grief, in all its shapes and forms, would slam into me often enough on its own–a punch to the gut first thing in the morning; one glance at the quiet back seat of my car,…

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Rabbit Hole

Opportunities to explore my grief continue to present themselves in my life at unexpected times. When my friend, who is an actress, invited me to a reading of a play she was starring in, I jumped at the chance. “Of course! I’d love to go!” Then my friend informed me with…

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