I don’t know how I’m doing.

I don’t know how I’m doing.

“How are you doing?” That’s the question I get asked most often, more than I ever have. It’s a simple question, but I find it difficult to answer because I don’t know how I’m doing. I don’t know how to do grief. I don’t...
A Letter to My Daughter

A Letter to My Daughter

My sweet girl, It’s been over three weeks since I’ve heard your voice. I remember your precious voice in our last phone conversation, where you called me at 1:00 am to bring you homemade sweet tea, a true southern belle until the very end. I didn’t...