#4

I remember being in the car, coming here for the first time in June last year. We were waiting to turn left into the hospital entrance and I saw the billboard: “Where Impossible Becomes I’m Possible.” I pointed it out to Chris. He squeezed my hand. All our hope was here, and we were both... Continue Reading →

#3

My social media feeds are full of people wishing farewell to 2019. So many of the people I know found the last year hard, and I'm no different -- 2019 was certainly the hardest year of my life so far. I definitely used to be one to say good riddance to a year that seemed... Continue Reading →

#2

This Christmas I cried three times, and that felt like a pretty big win. The first time was when I opened a card from Chris. I cried because he wrote in it. I knew how much effort it took. He wrote in it left-handed, because he can no longer grip a pen with his right... Continue Reading →

#1

By Kelsie Snow I used to tell stories for a living, but telling your own story is different. It’s scary and it’s hard and it exposes you.  And that’s why it’s important.  People aren’t good at grief, and that’s because we don’t share it. We hide it away and expect those living through it to... Continue Reading →

Joy & Grief

I haven't known what to write in a long time. I've started things and stopped, saved drafts and deleted them. I thought I was stuck. I now realize I was overwhelmed. This year has been hard. For me, for my family, for so many of my friends. All around me, there's been sadness -- death... Continue Reading →

Aftershocks

Most people reading this know that in March, at 34 years old, I had a stroke. On social media, most of our friends' life events, whether happy or sad or scary or joyous, exist in a vacuum. We read about them. We comment on them. And then we mostly forget them. But of course social... Continue Reading →

Perfection, rejection and self doubt.

Hi, there. I'm a perfectionist. This poses problems in many areas of life, but most obviously right now is my new career choice. Freelance writing is not a place for perfectionists. It's a business full of rejection and, for much of my life, rejection has been akin to failure. So I knew taking this path... Continue Reading →

A return to words

I remember this day so clearly. I was so pregnant (see my belly sticking out from behind that jersey?). It was so hot out -- the end of July in Minnesota. And it was the last day I covered a baseball game, something I had been doing for five years. I remember asking my last... Continue Reading →

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