Ten years
This morning as I got ready, two mourning doves and a blue jay worked through some stuff in our holly tree right outside the window. Of course, the blue jay was pretty feisty and eventually staked its territory.
The grief doesn’t get better; it gets different…
I've learned that when you hope in the things of this world, it easily can become the kind of hope that steals, kills, and destroys.
To know deep grief is to love and wonder
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Comparison
When we seek to understand and sit beside each other without comparison, we're in it together.
Meet me with a little bit of empathy.
I just need you to meet me with a little bit of empathy.
Any grief triggers all grief
Last night I asked Chad what he was scrolling while we were watching our nightly funny show. ππ°πΈ π΅π° π©π¦ππ± π΅π©π¦ π¨πͺπ³ππ΄ πΈπ©π¦π― πΈπ¦ π©π’π·π¦ π΅π° π±πΆπ΅ π₯π°πΈπ― ππ°π΄π€π°. Well, fuck. We are getting close to having to let Bosco go. Dementia is
Can I Have It?
No workshops, no work, and no social media for a week. It felt impossible and without it, I knew the resentment and fatigue that was building would take me down.
Six to Seen
Today marks what would have been the 6th birthday of our third - six years of healing, of wonder, and most of all, of honor. This grief journey never gets easier, it simply gets different, and this year is