The kindness of strangers, yoginis, and horses
There’s something I’ve been meaning to write about since May. Every time I’ve tried to find words to convey the emotions around the...
After cancer treatment, missing the war
During the course of my cancer treatment, which from diagnosis to last day of radiation lasted about ten months, I didn’t connect with...
The hole we cannot fill
This past weekend I attended the annual fall meeting of the Board of Directors of the Bereaved Parents of the USA. One of the topics...
Castles of the future
Like many people, I grew up believing in a cause-and-effect relationship between how you live and what life brings – in other words, if...
Melancholy mode
I have a folder on my computer where I keep blog posts, both finished and unfinished. Over the last couple of months it has grown to...
Navigating the logistics of loss
It starts before you even begin to accept what has happened. Almost immediately, as you try to wrap your brain around the loss, the...
When that date comes around, again.
My brother died on a highway. I have often thought about traveling to the location where he spent his last moment alive. I am unsure...
Think twice before saying "at least" to people in crisis, in grief, in illness.
It happens all the time. Bereaved parents hear it: At least you have another child. At least you could get pregnant again. People who...
Thrown
A week ago this morning, I set myself up on my deck with a cup of coffee, the day’s newspaper, and my computer, thinking I would catch up...
On cancer and courage
When you are diagnosed with cancer and go into treatment, people often find you courageous. It happens all over, with every type of...