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.
It’s not the pharmacy that I usually go to. But I take a different route home and find myself in fro...
I met Bri when I was twenty-seven and I fell for him hard. We loved each other like crazy, we made a...
Since my Brian died nine months ago, my mother has asked me a few times what “processing” his death ...
My love, Brian, was an excellent driver. I mean, really excellent. When I met him, I absolutely hate...
Here’s the elephant in the room that makes widowhood different from other types of grief: Most widow...
Bri, you made everything fun. Do you remember that when you were dying, you asked me how we could ma...
It has been a week of intimately getting to know the bricks and mortar of grief.
My daughter has bee...
