Letter To My Teenage Self

Hi there, sweet girl, I just wanted to tell you that it turns out okay, but there will be things you face in the next decade that will make you question everything – love, faith, and you’ll deal with heartbreak and loss, but before any of those things come your way, I needed to tell…

Bouqs, Birthdays, and Winc

Last week, we celebrated my mom’s birthday! My mom is lucky enough to have a June birthday, which means the weather is always perfect for our annual celebration. This year we had a night-in, complete with Chinese food and wine, and this birthday I was especially pleased with the gifts we went for and wanted…

Lincoln

“Miss LeCain, your Lincoln is waiting for you,” The service manager tells me that my car is beautiful, I smile and thank him, taking the key from him; he stumbles and gets his too big finger stuck in my key ring. I button my coat and walk out the door. I see the all too…

Home

My 25th birthday is three days away. Today, I push my Dad in a wheelchair and we meet with a gastrointestinal surgeon; he steps on a scale. He has lost 20 pounds in 20 days. We go into the office together. I sit on the table, Jim in his wheelchair, and Ab in the office…

How it All Began

I have to gush about my boyfriend for just a minute. He has been beyond amazing lately. With my Dad being sick, life is a bit more complicated than it’s ever been, I need help with lots of stuff, and Darren has been so patient and helpful, and is overall just the best human being…

Magic

I remember being a teenager, eating dinner with my family, and dancing in the kitchen afterwards. My Dad would wash the dishes, my Mom and I would dry them, we’d turn up the radio, she’d be giggling after her evening glass of wine, and we’d dance. Jim would scoop ice cream out of the container…

Neon Lights

I’ve never thought of myself as strong, maybe because no one else ever has, but I also never thought I’d be sitting in a dimly lit grocery store parking lot three weeks before Christmas with my Dad who was just diagnosed with ALS talking about our very short future. We sit, waiting for my Mom…