Hope, for no reason
I’m a critical thinker. Whether it is more a result of nature or nurture I do not know. I suspect that it may be primarily nurture, as my...
The chance to say goodbye
This past weekend I attended the National Gathering of the Bereaved Parents of the USA. The organization also serves bereaved siblings,...
The veil
Over the last few weeks as I have walked through the minutes and days of June, a thought has run through my mind. One particular thought...
To my (late) brother on his birthday
Here we are again. It’s your birthday, and you’re not here. For the second time since you were taken too soon from this earth because of...
The illusion of control
I have an old hot pink iPod Nano, just a little bit larger than a stick of Trident gum. I like to take it running because it is so small...
A trigger I did not expect
It’s amazing to me how hard it is to predict how I will react in a given situation, or how I will be coping on a particular day or at a...
Hey, you know, flowers.
So. Four months have passed, and four friends are gone. January – lymphoma. February – brain cancer. March – metastatic kidney cancer....
Permission to feel
I have a question, or three, for you to answer – not for me, but for yourself. What are you not giving yourself permission to feel right...
Grief looks like...anything you can imagine.
I don’t recall having any concept of grief as I was growing up. Loss didn’t cross my path in any life-altering way until far into my...
When it works...but not for you
A couple of years ago, a friend introduced me to an ancient wellness practice called the Five Tibetan Rites. A series of five specific...