Brooke Tichenor

Mom, Tell me everything is going to be alright. Tell me you’re proud of me. Tell me how you’re doing. Tell me you’re thinking about me....

My Mom couldn’t tell me she was scared, but I could read it on her face. The worry, the fear, shown clearly in her eyes. Just days before...

Mom, I need you. Life has thrown some punches lately, and I’m finding it hard to navigate it without you. You were the calm I sought in...