This is a question that I have heard many times. Others who have suffered a great loss likely have as well. Some get offended by it (honestly, rightfully so) but I've made my peace with it. I even opted to ...
“I just want my friend back.” If anyone is familiar with the R&B artist MusiqSoulChild, you know exactly where the title of this piece comes from. MusiqSoulChild is an artist kind of low on the totem pole of ...
Grief is heavy. It’s unpredictable, exhausting, and often isolating. Losing a spouse shifts the ground beneath you, leaving cracks in places you never expected. And when you’re in the depths of grief, the idea of gratitude might seem impossible—how can ...
I missed my last blog post. I couldn’t find any words. I think maybe because I knew the first big day was fast approaching and I wanted to say whatever I could think of for this post. And now it’s ...
I am an avid reader, and I have been since I was small, when I first learned that the weird little markings on the pages of a book could magically tell my brain a story. Multiple genres could be considered ...
How many tears have you cried since your husband died? Probably enough to fill an ocean; or so it may seem. In the beginning, however long that may be, it feels as if they are non-stop. The slightest thing can ...
I love when a new year begins, it’s a time to spend time taking stock of yourself and the things that need to change. This year, my New Year resolution was to concentrate on self-care. Self-care is a word that ...
It’s strange to always be walking around with Kenny. I named it Kenny, because if something is going to hang out for this long, it ought to be named. I also asked Google, my therapist, and ChatGPT about it, all ...
I loved Valentine's Day when I was a kid. At school, everything would be decorated in pretty pinks and reds, with little hearts everywhere. Oh and chocolate. Did I mention that there was chocolate? We'd get to knock off school ...
I didn’t want to change. I liked my life as it was. A work of architecture of the heart. Carefully built love and relationships, forged together into a thing of beauty. Until the tidal wave came. It really doesn’t matter ...