Writing has been the balm within my grief. The place where I feel it, look at it, and transmute it into words. My wish is that these lines help you feel seen in your grief too.
I am here with you, in this.
The cumulative, ongoing pressure of solo parenting in the wake of a spouse’s death or complete absen...
I've been reflecting on my very first New Years without my Brian. I found some words I wrote my firs...
After my partner Brian died, one of the things that surprised me the most, was how much I was impact...
We so often hear about the nervous system these days, especially within the grief & trauma space. An...
Lately, I keep thinking about exactly where I was five years ago, to the day. I'm sitting at Brian's...
When you’ve walked your partner through illness & death, you develop a level of intimacy that exceed...
The summer D was one, her and Bri came back from the park with a rainbow ball. They loved that ball....
Well, it's that time of year again. And - though my mind cannot grasp that this is true - it is my f...
Something that surprised me after Brian died was how much I struggled with my will to live. There wa...
Understanding our own trauma is really difficult to grasp. So much of it is beyond words, isn't it? ...
When Brian was diagnosed with stage four cancer, the oncologist told us that he was an excellent can...
Well, we did it.
We got through the holidays.
We got through New Year's Eve.
We got through New Y...
For you, beautiful, grieving human on this, New Year's Eve...
So, here we go...again.
New Year's E...
Grievers, let me know if this sounds familiar...
Them: “Let us know if you need anything.”
Me (in ...
This memory pops into my mind often:
I’m sitting at my mother-in-law’s kitchen table, newborn D n...
