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.
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...
I feel out of place since Brian died.
Like I’m on the periphery of life, like I hold a secret no ...
Nobody in the pharmacy today knew what I was going through.
But as I walked through those familia...
It's that time of year again.
Where it all begins to bubble up. The memories of where we were, jus...
The early days of loss are wild, aren't they?
Back in my "before", if you'd asked me what I'd do a...
What you call being strong, I call being in shock.
What you call inspirational, I call survival.
W...
Three-and-a-half years ago my life fell apart. It opened up at the seams and my insides were exposed...
How strange.
How strange to go through a trauma, pack a life into some boxes, drive and drive, and ...
You figure out slowly, how to balance living here, with being forever connected to there.
I’ve alwa...
On Christmas, it will have been twenty-one months since you left.
We held hands in the darkness and ...
