Lately when asked how I’m doing, I take a deep breath, put on a smile, and say “I’m fine”. When what I really feel is an indescribable amount of anger,…
Although once the Washington Post’s tagline, it’s now our country’s foretelling… I have an intimate relationship with death and dying. I was at the bedside when my husband and both…
I started this blog a decade ago to help me navigate the many changes in my life for which I had no road map. I frequently would find myself softly…
My mother wore grief like a backpack full of boulders. She could never quite figure out a way to lighten the burden. Her need to hold grief close influenced my…
What to do when your life no longer has a road map? In my case, Google maps or Rand McNally are useless. I’m a 58-year-old mother and widow. Don’t feel…