AmericanBridget (Jones)

Dear Dad,
It has been five and a half months since you left this mortal place and transcended to Heaven.  There's not a day that goes by where I don't shed at least a couple of tears from the pain of missing you.  I know you wouldn't want that and would want us...

I never thought I would say that grieving could be a gift, and I certainly never would have imagined it could be a possibility two months ago.
I lost my father two months ago.
I've been hesitant to even write about it on this blog because writing about it means he's never going to be on the receiving end of a Friday night phone call.  It means I'll never get to see him open a Father's Day card.  It means I'll never get to...

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I’ve been dormant and uninterested in blogging over the last nine months.  The last three of those months have left me feeling as though I am wading through pudding and grasping for air.
I'm not even sure why I chose to log in today and throw a post together....

I am headed off soon to Toronto to shoot a series of TV commercials.  When people ask me what I do for a living and I tell them I produce TV spots I get the same response, "Do you shoot with babies and puppies?"
The answer is yes. I've done both.  Not easy....