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The Motherload

Now That I’m a Mom, Even How I Grieve Has Changed

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My grandfather died twenty-five years ago this month. I was fourteen.

He’d lived right up the street all my life. His sly grin and strong arms were as much a part of my life as my canvas shoes and skinned knees. But his cancer had come back with a vengeance and spread quickly, ravaging his body from the inside.




From dreaming of children to empty nesting, this is a place for mothers to share the load. Here you will find content that is valuable for mothers of all ages and experience levels. We are setting out to be the motherload of motherhood information.

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Nicci Kadilak

Nicci Kadilak

Educator, mother, and author of many things. Rooting for good, even when it’s hard to find.

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