Do Women Really Cry More?
I have vivid recollections of the days following my brothers murder. My mom would retreat to the small bathroom in our old farmhouse, and weep and groan, for hours, it…
Don’t Let Go
“You need to let them go.” Has anyone had the audacity to say such a thing to you? What kind of statement is that? Let them go.... No, I don’t…
Year Two
As May 30 approaches, I can sense many feelings coming on. It will be two years ago that my eldest, 24 year-old son, Levi, left this earth. It was unexpected,…
It’s Complicated
Anyone who says grief has been an easy, step by step process...I envy you! I am certainly not one of those lucky few who can compartmentalize the loss of someone I…
Oh Brother
When I write, I occasionally am challenged with taking something that has already been talked about, over and over again, and making it something new and relevant. On this subject,…
My POV
We all have our hard stuff, and if someone wants to have a breakdown, let them. Don’t admonish their temporary weakness by telling them it’s all going to be ok.…
Words Matter
I’ve enjoyed reading and writing since I was a child. I thank my mother for that! It is surely in the genes—she read constantly, and had hopes of her own…
A Dose of Sorrow?
Time is a strange thing—an irreversible continuum at whose mercy we live and breathe. Days can seem like just moments, and hours like weeks. At no time is this vexing…
All The Feelings
If there is one thing I have learned so far on this journey, it is that grief is fluid. What I mean is that my feelings can range from deciding…
Grief upon Grief
Today, I just can’t... It’s one of those days where it all culminates and puts me into an almost paralyzed state. Compounded grief—ever heard of it? The definition of…