Sandy Jorgenson

This article is the second in a two-part series.

The night I discovered that tumor on her back was essentially just like any other.

You’d have a hell of a time if you ever dared to crawl through the recesses of a first-time mother’s brain.

Two years ago, I had a two-year-old daughter who’d never met her grandfather.

But what can be said for the day upon which I am no longer enough? I dread that day.

The tumult that’s been rippling through our country has me begging the question: what do we do when we feel the defeat of a woman and the rise of a monster bearing down on us?

Everybody who’s a parent can attest to the fact that the lives they once knew are far behind them.

Whoever is responsible for coining the term “terrible twos” and leaving the entirety of the threes out of the equation is sitting at the very top of my sh*t list. Because a little warning would’ve been nice.

Why are people so mean?