Sandy Jorgenson

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

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

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?

Sitting now on the cusp of my 35th birthday, I find myself taking stock of my life thus far, shoving my youth under a microscope while I ask myself this one thing: Am I careening full-tilt toward my final days on this earth, or am I only just getting started here?

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

Death, we know because it’s drilled into us from an early age, is a natural part of life.

Anybody who has lived through those early days of parenthood (and let’s be totally forthright, here… those seasoned parents, too) knows e