“Sir, there is nothing more you can do here. Your wife is gone. But here is what you can do,” the nurse said, “I want you to go home and gather up all of your wife’s dirty clothes. I…
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In turning toward emptiness my life begins to take a new shape. My first art class I was a freshman in high school. I loved my art teacher – also a first. A first crush on an older man…
After the Orlando shooting, I noticed my neighbors a few streets over had a large rainbow flag hanging from their porch. I don’t really know them, but I did recall briefly chatting with them years ago and finding out they…
This video from Manchester United player, Andreas Pereira, popped up in my Facebook newsfeed today. A memory came rushing back. I was about five when I informed my mom I would be making sucker pie, my original creation, for dessert.…
I imagine for many of us trying to live our grief the verse from the song above resonates. Last Saturday was a special night. I attended a concert headlined by Amy Speace and Megan Palmer at Green Guitar Folk House.…
Both Joel and I have written about seasons as a metaphor in relationship to grief, but Joel doesn't seem to understand what it means to actually live with the seasons.…
That first Mother’s Day after my mom died? I think I spent it in bed and definitely not on Facebook. I just wanted to get through those 24 hours. Mom died April 10, 2011 and I had already bought…