My Perfect Breakdown


A very close friend, who is a mom to two beautiful little ones under the age of 3.5, recently said to me: I don’t know how you do it.  Some days, the only thing that saves my sanity is a quick call to my mom or my sister.  I know you cannot call your mom or your sister, I don’t want to make you sad by saying this, but I just don’t… Read More

Some days, I just wish my mom were still alive. All I want is to talk to my mom, just one more time. I want one last hug, but I know if given the chance, I’d never let go.  I long for her warm embrace. I want to create new memories with my mom.  I want our future to be intertwined, rather then non-existent.  There will always be a hole in my… Read More