Grief arrives as does the harsh, unwelcomed winter. We resist the next season of our life Trying to hold on to the familiar & cherished. We cling to our tree of life as though we were a leaf perched to ...
Home is often described as a place where we find: 🏠 safety 🏠 security 🏠 stability But, what does home mean to you NOW? Prior to the death of a partner, we often took home for granted. It was the ...
It will always be the burnt hot pocket and the meaning behind it that gets me. You see, I burnt my son's hot pocket, I cooked it for 20 mins instead of 2. That's the story we still to this ...
Psssst, would you like to know a secret??? Grief is NORMAL!!! So let’s congratulate United States for creating a National Grief Awareness Day. Its purpose is to raise awareness about grief by providing resources to those going thru it and ...
This week my baby girl started kindergarten. Such a big milestone. She’s been waiting for so long to get on that bus and be at school with the big kids. Three years to be exact. Since watching her brother step ...
While Matt was the person that made me feel home and safe, Maine is the place that owns my heart. I have spent the last nine months lost. I have felt so alone even surrounded by people I know who ...
“When you die and I move to Finland**” is often heard in the house where I live. Always from the friend I live with to her husband of 10 years. It is always said rather matter-of-fact and casual; “babe take ...
I am on my first vacation since the pandemic started it is also my first as a widow. I don't have the man that I choose as my forever shotgun rider anymore. I decided to go to Maine to see ...
Grief is hard. And strange. And unpredictable. Just when I think I’ve figured this journey out, even just a little bit, it takes a turn and smacks me in the face with a new wave of emotion and reality. Always ...
Writing doesn't come easy for me. I wish it did. I am envious of those people that can write down their thoughts in a flowing, coherent and reflective way without second-guessing or heavily editing. Maybe someday I’ll get there. When ...