There are times in life when everything feels parched and lifeless. As autumn’s vibrant leaves fall, the landscape returns to desolation—bare branches stretch against gray skies, and fields lie quiet after the harvest. The quiet unease mirrors our heart’s fears ...
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 ...
Nineteen months without you and I still feel like I’m doing grief wrong most days. When I’m not sad, I feel guilty because I should be sad. When I’m sad, I feel guilty because I should be trying to focus ...
In fall, nature transforms with vibrant beauty—leaves turn brilliant shades of red and gold, then gently fall, making way for new growth. The air grows crisp, and days shorten, signaling a season of change. Fall’s transformation can be a picture ...
Grief waves sure are tricky little suckers. They really can sneak up on you out of the blue, sometimes out of absolutely nowhere. It's been a while since one has taken me out at the knees, but I don't expect ...
Overcoming the struggles and turmoil this human existence can bring is something every widow, indeed every person, must contend with. When we had our husband to stand beside us and help us strategize and think through all the levels and ...
I am really sad this week. More sad than I usually am. A different sad.....And it’s not because I miss my husband more this week-well maybe. It’s not because I am more tired of being a Solo Grandparent. It’s not ...
Your birthday was 3 days ago. You’d be 42 years old now. Instead, you’re forever 40. September is National Suicide Prevention and Awareness Month. I know I talked about it last year. But I am reiterating my point because I ...
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 ...
It's not that I enjoy making people uncomfortable but I can't stop saying your name. To people around me, outside of the bubble, you were a nothing that became a something and are now a nothing again. To ...