As a Digital Editor of Love What Matters, I'm here to pull on your heartstrings and make you smile. After spending nearly six years as a Digital Reporter for ABC News' "Good Morning America," I'm thrilled to continue sharing touching and inspiring stories that the world is so craving. We can all use more love in our lives -- now you've found the perfect place to get it.
“Growing up I asked my mom how she knew my dad was the one she was going to marry, and she always said, ‘When you know, you know.’ I was in 7th grade when I met Micah.”
“My daughter would question me as to why I wasn’t wearing a two-piece bathing suit. I would tell her, “Mommy just doesn’t feel comfortable in it,” and when she would push for me to explain what I meant I would just deflect the conversation and bring up a new topic.”
“My heart began to race. Here was this woman, my mother-in-law, risking her life to give me the best gift of my life. I tried to hold back my tears.”
“I began experiencing crippling panic attacks. I started drinking heavily. I had fallen into a deep depression. I didn’t have any coping skills, and ended up turning to food.”
“If you have created a baby registry at Target, go to guest services, tell them you would like to pick up your baby bag.”
“I relapsed and spiraled downhill very fast. I stopped going to my drug and alcohol counselor. I started cancelling visits with my son because I was ‘sick’. I felt so hopeless and unworthy as a parent and human being. Then, my case manager showed up and reminded me I was in it for my son. I literally broke down and cried. I told her to leave, and she refused. ‘I will be with you for anything you need.’ She reassured me I had the potential to do this.”
“Our journey has been the absolute hardest we will ever endure. Not one single day goes by where she is not on my mind.”
“My father saw me crying the night before. I’m typically a very upbeat person but I was having a ‘feel sorry for myself’ moment. As I sat on the porch, I heard the garbage truck in the distance, and my father walking down the driveway. ‘I would like a moment with Harold so we can pray for you.’ Our garbage man, a stranger, was on his knees praying with my father for me as I was ugly crying. This disease can never stop my father’s love.”
“One glass of wine after work turned into three. Then turned into taking shots of vodka before work, going to get vodka on my lunch break, and driving home at night to have more alcohol.”
“At my father’s funeral, a friend came up to me with a penny in her hand. She said, ‘This was sitting at my feet during the service, I think it’s supposed to be yours. It looks like your dad is trying to say hi.’ It was one of the first ‘signs’ my dad sent me.”
