Sep 9

Sep 9 Flowergirls

My brother is getting married this weekend!!! I am so freaking excited and cannot wait for the celebration to kick-off. However, it dawned on me this week that I had been pushing down some difficult and contradictory emotions that will inevitably rise to the surface. I am walking into another major family event without Adelaide and even though Strawbaby will be a flower girl, Adelaide will not. Somehow, I need to reconcile all of this because I want to make sure this weekend is about my brother and his beautiful bride… not my grief.

Sep 2

Sep 2 Dis-ability

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This weekend, Miguel and I had the honor of attending The Nora Project’s annual gala and it was altogether perspective-changing. I think a lot of us get on our soapbox of choice and talk about disability and inclusion but often fall short of fully executing… myself included. On Sunday evening, I was able to see what a truly inclusive event can look like. Which got me thinking (not for the first time) about the emotional toll our exclusive society can take on those with disabilities.

…And that’s when Linda Beresford’s email entered my inbox.

Aug 26

Aug 26 186 and counting

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Four years ago, August 2018, I posted my first blog on InchstonesByKC.com. I realized this week that is longer than Adelaide was alive. Proof, I guess, of the power of legacy… or at least that’s what I’m going with because I’m not ready to dive into that wormhole yet. ANYWAY, 186 blogs later, I’m still going strong. When I started, I had all these thoughts swimming around in my head and it was getting loud and crowded and hot in there. Like when you’re at a concert or a bar and you just need to step outside for fresh air. That, for me, was the blog: a place where I could air out my sweaty brain mush.

Aug 18

Aug 18 Lock screen logic

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This week I visited a friend and her two daughters, one of whom was adopted just five months ago. When she set her phone down I couldn’t help but notice the lock screen on her phone was a picture of her children. Which seems pretty natural, right? I mean most parents have pictures of their kids on their lock screen - as do I - the difference is that mine is still of Jackson and Adelaide, not Jackson and Strawbaby. It didn’t really strike me as a big deal until recently when I’ve begun to acknowledge and accept that my family looks different now.

Aug 12

Aug 12 The space between

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There are certain locations that we visit sparingly, maybe once or twice a year, through which we can mark time. Locations where specific memories are made year after year as opposed to the never-ending stream that occurs closer to home. My parents home is one of those places for me and especially their neighborhood pool.
This week I battled some major mind-screwiness to finally find Adelaide - she's been with us all along.

Aug 4

Aug 4 Ch-ch-ch-changes

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And then it was August. Even though it is still 90 degrees outside and my kids don’t go back to school until after Labor Day, I can feel autumn and all its changes right around the corner. As long as there are school-aged children living in my home, the start of a fresh school year will continue to feel more like a new beginning than January 1st ever will. A new school year mandates change to the routine of our lives in the way a traditional new year can only do arbitrarily.

Jul 29

Jul 29 The little things

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This week has been wild. I started ini Fayetteville, Arkansas and am currently wrapping up a couple days of CURE business in Chicago. It hasn’t been entirely smooth but I’ve rolled with it. I’ve even leaned into which is so not like me. Is that growth I’m feeling? And also, whose life am I leading because I’ve only dreamed of this life - is it actually coming to fruition after all these years?

Jul 15

Jul 15 Surrender

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I surrendered control for this trip in a way I haven’t done in years. That I didn’t know what to expect is, at best, an understatement. By the time I stepped into my room with the summer Italian sun blazing in the window, luggage at my feet, and jet-lagged after a 16-hour journey I began to question what in the hell I had gotten myself into. Who had I just surrendered to and what exactly was I surrendering for? Over the next four days, I learned that the answers to these questions were as complex and varied as grief as itself.

Jul 8

Jul 8 Anchors and buoys

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By the time you read this I will have landed in Sicily. I’m equal parts excited and nervous and also a little bit wondering if manifesting is real? You see, about a month ago, I received an email from a fellow loss mama with an offer I couldn’t refuse (movie reference 100% intended).

Jul 1

Jul 1 A Complicated Fourth

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Monday is the Fourth of July, and well, the holiday is hitting a little differently than it did in the summer of ‘89 when my brother and I wore matching outfits and my bangs were cemented in place with Aquanet. Over the last few years I’ve looked on as a number of my black friends had complicated emotions surrounding the holiday. While I respected their feelings and understood to the best of my ability, the holiday still rang true for me.

Jun 24

Jun 24 Just because

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The more I read through the responses to last week’s blog the deeper I dove into the concept of forced gratitude - a topic I’ve touched on before but I don’t think I’ve every truly grasped. I just knew that I hated being told that I had so much to be grateful for when all I could see was everything that I’d lost. And that’s certainly part of it, but it’s also so much more.

Jun 17

Jun 17 Buckle up, Buttercup

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Strawbaby has been been testing boundaries like a velociraptor at Jurassic Park with zero concern for consequences. It’s been hard, really freaking hard but I’ve been having difficulty communicating that because shouldn’t my past perspectives leave me grateful for this healthy child? How dare I be stressed when this is what I’ve wanted. It’s just not that simple though, is it?