Ghost of bullying past comes back to bite me

Molly may have her daddy’s dimples and bright blue eyes, but she is definitely her mother’s daughter — a reality I find a little unnerving to say the least.

At just five-and-a-half years old, my Kindergartner embodies many of the same quirky mannerisms and facial expressions as I do. She also twirls her curly hair when she’s nervous, douses her eggs in ketchup and is slow to speak up if something or someone is bothering her. The last one has me a little freaked out.

There’s no fairy tale ending, prince or hero, but it’s a beautiful, complicated and messy story - one free of stigma and shame that I pray she will tell her own daughter one day.

How do you explain mental illness to a six-year-old little girl who is curious about a grandpa she barely knew? Especially when it was a term that was complicated for own mother to come to terms with at the same age. As it turns out, talking about it can prove therapeutic at any age. #BellLetsTalk

Mastering the Big Chill

With white knuckles gripping the steering wheel, frazzled nerves and a pounding headache that wouldn’t stop, I tried my hardest to tune out the pint-sized peanut gallery in the backseat.

But even with the music cranked to max, there was no muting the chaos or the bumper-to-bumper traffic that seemed to go on for miles.

Getting Through the Holidays Without Him

Christmas just isn’t the same anymore.

I’m not saying that I don’t enjoy the time spent with family, I just can’t shake that feeling of emptiness that sits at the pit of my stomach, reminding me he’s no longer with us.