A salad with a side of grief, please.

I cried at the shampoo bowl today. As my hairdresser (and good friend) washed my hair, I had a memory of my mom as I do. Many times a day. Every single day. And when Mandy (hairdresser) asked me about what I was going to eat when I got home (because I was waxing poetically…

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Hi Mama, I am sorry I haven’t written in a while…. Too long, actually. I know it’s been too long because I have been feeling the weight of your absence in ways that I have not known in quite a long time but they’ve been showing up, somewhat consistently. What are these ways, you ask?…

We Don’t Move On, We Move Forward.

2018 was quite the year. Tragically monumental, actually. Like undeniably life-changing. Have you ever had a year or a few like that? Like, a big ass span of time that has literally forever changed you deep within your core? Well, that was 2018 for me and it unfolded like this: On May 25th I got married, on June 14th…

Can you hear me now?

Picture It: Tuesday, February 24, 2015. We were just leaving Froedert Cancer Center after my mom’s first appointment since breast cancer diagnosis. Mama Wisth: “(Turns to my sister, Lisa, and me) So girls, what do you think?” Me: “I’m going to go first here, if that’s okay? I don’t believe this is the end but…

I am sorry, Mama.

I have been trying to understand grief for a while now. What it looks like, what it feels like, what to expect, what to do… but I have come to find out that grief, in its entirety, is a completely personal journey that looks, tastes, and feels different to everyone. Grief is not some perfectly…