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05/23/2026

Sometimes love is not finding the answer. Sometimes love is staying in the room.

When the diagnosis drops, something inside you changes. You can’t pretend it will go away, so you start searching.

Another doctor. Another opinion. Another article. Another treatment. Another possible answer.

I know that search. I was that daughter.

I would have moved heaven and earth to help my mom. And when I couldn’t change the outcome, I felt like I had failed her.

That is the part no one prepares you for.

The pressure to find the answer can become so consuming that you forget to come back to the person in front of you.

I am not saying stop advocating. Ask the questions. Get a second opinion. Push for clarity. Fight for the care they deserve.

But also pause. Sit beside them. Hold their hand. Listen to the story again. Be in the moment you still have.

Because love is not only in the fixing.

Sometimes love is in the staying.

If you are searching right now, please know you're not wrong for wanting more time. You are not wrong for wanting another option. You are not wrong for hoping there is still an answer.

Just don’t let the search steal the presence.

The person you love still needs you in the room.

04/21/2026

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Grief doesn’t wait until they’re gone.

This past week, I sat in a room full of people who all loved the same woman. We knew her in different ways. To some, she was a creative, master designer, and visionary. To others, a chef. A writer. A wife. A friend. A sister, A daughter, and the list goes on.

But in that room, none of that mattered. What we all shared was her.

Her husband played videos from her life, and suddenly, she was there—laughing, moving, being exactly who she had always been. The room went completely still.

You could feel it. Every person holds their own version of her. Every relationship is different, but the impact is the same. Deep. Unmistakable. Still present.

And I kept thinking… this is what we don’t talk about enough.

Grief doesn’t start at the end. It starts in moments like these—when things begin to shift, when roles quietly change, when you realize, even before they’re gone, something is already slipping.

We don’t say it out loud. We say “I’m fine.” We keep moving. Because saying “this is breaking my heart” feels like too much.

But grief isn’t weakness. It’s love. It’s what remains when someone has mattered deeply.

If someone came to mind while reading this, reach out. Not tomorrow. Today.

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02/16/2026

My mom loved holidays.
Loved them.

Valentine’s Day especially.

We had waited three months for an appointment with a specialist.
It felt like her last ray of hope.

We pulled into the parking lot on Valentine’s Day.

I had the wrong address.

The office had moved months earlier.
The website wasn’t updated.
They told us we had missed the appointment window.
We’d have to wait another three months.

She died a couple of weeks later.

Even now, my chest tightens writing this.

How could I have made that mistake?
How did I let her down?

Caregivers carry guilt for things that were never fully in their control.

We replay moments.
We question decisions.
We whisper “if only” into the dark.

But sometimes it wasn’t about effort.
Sometimes it wasn’t about love.
Sometimes it was about a system, timing, and a disease that didn’t wait.

If you’re holding a moment like that —
one that still stings years later —
You are not alone.

We did the best we could with what we knew at the time.

🤍

11/16/2025

There’s a book called All the Good Girls Get Fired — and it made me think about caregiving in a whole new way.

Both happen when you least expect them.
Both shake who you are.
Both leave you wondering what comes next.

Caregiving feels like:

💔 losing an old identity
💔 being handed responsibilities you didn’t choose
💔 trying to rebuild a life you didn’t plan for
💔 carrying shame you never earned
💔 learning the rules as you go
💔 being strong when you feel anything but

But here’s the part no one talks about:

There’s a sisterhood in it.
A quiet community of women who have walked through shock, loss, reinvention, and resilience.

And you don’t have to walk this alone.

That’s why I created It’s Called Life — a community for women holding the world together while trying not to fall apart.

👉 Tag someone in the “silent sisterhood” who needs this reminder today.

06/10/2025

Grief doesn’t always wait for goodbye.

For caregivers, it can begin long before anyone else notices.

It starts when the familiar becomes unfamiliar…

When connection fades slowly…
When you start to lose the person you love, one small piece at a time.

It’s called anticipatory grief, and it’s real.

Caregivers don’t just lose time and energy. They lose shared memories.
They lose the version of someone they once knew. They lose parts of themselves.

So if you know someone walking this path:

- Ask how they’re doing.
- Show up before the end.
-Let them grieve—without needing to fix it.

To every caregiver who is mourning while still showing up:

You are seen. You are strong. You are not alone.

06/06/2025

Caregivers, they said it would get easier…

But no one told you how hard it would be to grieve someone who’s still here.

Dementia. Alzheimer’s. Parkinson’s. Chronic illness.

You watch someone change, and each day, you lose a little piece of the person you remember.

This is grief, too.

You’re not making it up. You’re not overreacting.

You’re just feeling what anyone would feel when someone you love slowly slips away.

Tag a caregiver who needs this reminder.

06/04/2025

Caregiving isn’t always a choice—it’s a necessity.

One day, everything is “normal,” and the next, life changes.

Support the unexpected caregiver in your life. Call. Text. Offer help. Ask about them, not just who they’re caring for.

They’re holding it all together more than you know.

04/21/2025

Good morning Pronghorn!

02/02/2025

When Fear Takes Over, Caregivers Are Left Behind

Fear is a powerful driver of behavior. It can manifest in ways we don't always recognize—especially when illness enters the picture.

I want to share a story about my dad. We sensed something wasn't right for years, but we brushed it off until the bottom fell out. By then, his condition had deteriorated so much that managing even the simplest tasks became impossible.

The man who once meticulously planned every detail of his day— especially his orthodontic practice, could no longer follow through. Even caring for Luther, his beloved dog, slipped out of reach.

Dementia is cruel in that way. Those who suffer from it often know something is wrong before the rest of us do. They start to pull back—quietly rearranging their lives to mask what's slipping away. The basketball coach hands off his whistle. The community leader resigns. The host of holiday gatherings suddenly stops extending invitations. They step away before anyone notices why.

And then, when the disease is undeniable, something else happens: we pull away, too.
A lifelong friend visits once and never returns. Family members hesitate, uncertain of what to say. The person we've known is still here, yet different—and fear creeps in.

"If this could happen to him, could it happen to me?"
"What if I say the wrong thing?"
"What if I can't fix it?"

So, we distance ourselves. Not out of malice but out of uncertainty. Out of fear.
But here's the reality: Dementia is relentless. It takes and takes—until there's nothing left. There is no cure. It kills brain cells. It is fatal. These are the facts. And yet, the most brutal truth of all is this: No one should have to face it alone.

If you know someone caring for a loved one with dementia, please don't let fear keep you away. Show up. Offer a hand, a kind word, a listening ear. While dementia may not have a cure, isolation does. And that cure is us.

01/14/2025

Grief, Love, and the Unseen Role of the Caregiver

"Grief, I've learned, is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go." - Jamie Anderson
Reflecting on the heartbreaking scenes in Southern California, I cannot help but think about the overwhelming loss. Loss of life, memories, hope, and stability—loss of everything you once knew to be true. So many are now finding themselves in the position of caregiver.

Jamie Anderson's words resonate deeply with me, considering the weight of grief so many are carrying right now. That unspent love, now searching for a place to go, can feel unbearable. In the aftermath of tragedy, we're left holding the pieces of what once was, wondering how to move forward.

When disaster strikes, our first instinct is to act—to run for cover, protect those we love, and do what we can to stay safe. But what happens in the quiet moments afterward? When the adrenaline fades, the reality of loss sets in, and we can't seem to shake the grief.

Yet grief, as painful as it is, is also a reflection of love. And where there is love, there is resilience.

Rebuilding—a home, a community, or your sense of hope—takes time, courage, and connection. It reminds us that even in the face of unimaginable loss, we can heal and rebuild, carrying the love we've lost into a new future.

Remember to reach out to grieving, offer support, and create spaces where love and hope can find their place again.

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