For almost seven years, I’ve been trying to figure out how to move forward with grief. I’ve been walking into rooms with it. Bringing it to work with me. Walking down the grocery aisle with it. Sitting on the couch ...
As long as there weren’t any traffic snags, I knew I could drop the kids off at school and still make it to the McDonald’s restroom down the street in the nick of time, without crapping my pants. From there ...
Whiskeytown Lake at sunset. It’s been almost seven years since Jay passed. Life looks nothing like it did. I’ve lived in five different states, worked in the public sector, higher education, the medical field, and currently I write for a ...
A few days ago, an acquaintance at church made small talk with me: “How’s life?” And I expected to feel all the normal rage that question elicits for us grievers. You know what I mean. We are the humans donning ...
Photo Credit: Sonney Wolfe A reckoning with the expectations of grief – six years in At the end of each teaching semester, I’ve started asking students to answer one question. If you ask me, it’s the most important question they ...
Photo Credit: Elizabeth WolfeIgnore the Rumor Mill Ignore the Rumor Mill When I sold my Maryland house and moved to Alabama, opinions and judgements landed on my doorstep within days. I expected less “shake my head” mentalities. I expected people ...
I was on the East Plateau Trail following an established path in complete trust — Complete trust, you ask? Thank you for dialing in on that particular adjective, and the answer is 100% yes. Complete trust – The Green Mountain ...
Riley, Lizzy, Ashley, Sonney, and JD on a camping trip at Sue-meg State Park. Photo Credit: Penelope Ray, 2008 It was 2008 when we found them. JD and I were particularly broke that year after losing our home in the ...
I woke up this morning to the sound of my grandchildren whispering, their bare feet padding across wood floors, stopping just short of the bedroom I was in. I’ve landed at Ashley and Micah’s house, my oldest daughter and son-in-law. ...
When I sat down with the salesman, my eyes landed on a bobblehead Spider-Man sitting next to his computer monitor. I’d spent the last hour cleaning out Alice, crying, making fun of myself for crying while sending videos to my ...