When we planned the ceremony for two years after saying yes, it didn’t cross my mind that my mom with Stage IV breast cancer would be the only one not in attendance.
It’s perfectly okay to cry when you need to cry, to feel discouraged about where you work, or what you’re doing and feel the surge of desire to change it.
Losing a parent sucks. But I think it sucks even more when that person wasn’t just your parent, but also your best friend.
27 isn’t 30, yet. It’s full of possibilities still and a lot of hard work. 27 is that age where you can make it be whatever it is you want it to be. Don’t waste it away.
Ignoring texts when your friends ask you to hang out, and then wonder why you’re always at home?
Q. What has been the meanest comment someone’s said about your infertility?
A. “That it’s not in God’s plan for me.” What exactly is my plan then?
One year after you lose your mom, you’ll really begin to take that first step into making peace with what happened.
I thought my 20s would be different than this.
Tomorrow is bullshit. It’s not about the promise of tomorrow, it’s about pushing your desires and happiness to the side.
Do not sleep with a coworker.