The Difference Between Moving On and Moving Forward

I shot awake during the wee hours of the morning on Thursday, finding myself in a total panic—tears streaming down my face, my heart aching in pain yet racing as though I’d just seen a ghost.

My mom was alive.

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My Mom Died 7 Years Ago: The Truth About Why I Stopped Trying to Let Go

It’s been seven years, but I remember it like it was yesterday.

It was sometime after midnight, and I was wearing an oversized blue sweater with a pair of pink Victoria’s Secret sweats that I stole from her closet. My sister and I were each clenching tight to one of her hands, while my brother sat on the couch across from us with his elbows on his knees, hunched over in disbelief but prepared accept whatever was about to come his way. He was 16. My dad sat at the end of her bed, probably rubbing her feet—she always loved when he did that—but I couldn’t tell you for sure because I didn’t have the courage to look his way in those moments.

Her breathing had slowed, but with each inhale we could hear the agonizing sound of water that had begun filling her lungs—a sign the inevitable was about to come.

And within minutes, the inevitable did come.

My mother took one final, slow breath.

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I Was Afraid of Your Judgment and That’s Why I Didn’t Write for 6 Months

 

It’s been six months since I sat down and found the courage to write what’s really been going on in my life.

It’s certainly not because I didn’t have anything to write about, and it’s absolutely not because I lost my passion for writing. In fact, I’ve had to feed my appetite for blogging by posting little thoughts and poems on my Instagram account when I just couldn’t bring myself to put it all out there.

The truth is, I was afraid.

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I’m With Love: My Opinion on the 2016 Election and Why You Need to Vote

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I will be voting for Hillary Clinton tomorrow.

I would guess about 50% of the people that originally clicked this link just exited out: 10% who don’t care what I have to say about politics, 20% who are Donald Trump supporters and 20% who simply don’t give a shit about voting tomorrow or this election or hearing the names Clinton and Trump until this whole “mess” is over.

Well, the 10% can go about their merry way. I’m no political expert, and I would never pretend to be, but I’m allowed my own opinion just as you all are allowed the option to stop reading. However, I know one of the reasons I’ve found success with this blog is because I’m candidly myself, and I don’t hold back. I thought twice—no, probably three times—about whether to write about this, but I know I’d regret not staying true to myself when it comes to something that’s this important to me (I know—gasp!—it’s not just boys and wine and soulcycle).

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Why You Want to Try Out for the LA Kings Ice Crew

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The dictionary might describe family as those people we are connected to through “a common ancestry,” or in laymen’s terms, by blood. However, I think family extends beyond the veins that run under our skin. I think family can be described as the people who, by simply being in their presence, make us feel like we’re…home.

The Los Angeles Kings organization, their fans and the community we share together are what I consider my home.

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A Message From My Mom on Mother’s Day

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I headed to SoulCycle this morning to get my mind off what I knew was bound to be a difficult day. Little did I know I’d end up leaving in tears and learning one of the greatest lessons of my life.

As today marks Mother’s Day, the class was packed with moms and their daughters, smiling, laughing and taking polaroid pictures at a little station the studio had set up to commemorate the fun morning. When they asked if I’d like to grab my mom and take a photo, I simply smiled and shook my head no.

I was alone.

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