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Two years ago today we had to let our Quinton leave the physical world and cross the rainbow bridge. He was ready, it was time. And as it so often does, the universe aligned to bring us together to say good-bye. I’ve labeled myself a bit of a cat whisperer, although Quinton was no ordinary cat. He was my girl’s first best friend. Sometimes I wonder if they were two souls reunited again, they had an indescribable bond. He was our companion through many years alone, mom and bab

Growing up, I was blessed with aunties. Linda, Jean and baby Janet (Patsy) my mom Yvette, Beverly my dad, Brenda and baby Drena Five of them, to be exact. My dad had three sisters. My mom had two. That is not to say I don’t have uncles — I do, and they are wonderful — but they joined our story by marrying my aunties and becoming part of the fabric of our family. Lately, I’ve been thinking about siblings. On my dad’s side, he is the only one of his siblings who is gone. On my

Welcoming a new year always brings reflection. 2025 was a tough one—but more about that later. Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about being an almost empty nester. There were so many moments when I truly believed this stage would never come. The house would never be quiet. We would never get to do things just for ourselves. We would never have private moments together again. And yet… here we are. Six months from our youngest graduating. We had them all home at Christmas. The

Well, Dad… Here we are again—another Father’s Day. Thirteen of these have passed without you here, and still, this day brings a flood of feelings. My feed is full of photos—friends with their dads, some still earthside, others now keeping you company in heaven. I always find myself sitting in a strange mix of emotions. Sometimes I get short-tempered and don’t even realize why… until I pause. And when I do, it hits me—I just miss you. You should be here. Today, though, I’m cho

Home for Christmas break several months ago, my girl knew her mama was struggling both mentally and physically.

eyes this morning. The pain not as sharp as anniversaries before.

I realize now it was a form of grounding for me.

Today is my dad's heavenly birthday. He would of turned 74 today. His last birthday in the physical world was his 62nd. Even though he is no longer here in physical form, I remember and celebrate him on this day. Buttered theatre popcorn is always a special treat to celebrate his birthday. Remembering my dad on the day he began his existence in the world is as important as remembering him on the day his journey ended here. My dad's birthday always coincided with the annual Te

My Christopher and I As I went to bed the other night I told my husband that I felt as if the wheels were falling off. This statement...

The Allen Family I’ve come to realize that everyone experiences anxiety to some degree, but my levels are far from “ normal. ” For...