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The Lasts
Read more…: The LastsToday is a hard day but it won’t be the last. Some days I just let the heartache bubble up like I am sitting in a hot tub of grief. Just soaking in the loss of my husband and sinking in a simmering brew of self pity and pain. These days used to scare me…
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You Hurt My Feelings
Read more…: You Hurt My FeelingsDo you remember the songs of your childhood? The ones your mom played in the kitchen while she cooked on Sundays and the songs that played on the radio while you were in the car? This will give away my age…I went to the Bee Gees tribute band concert this weekend in Atlanta. In full…
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The Good Stuff
Read more…: The Good StuffI love meeting new people. I love learning the stories and perspectives of others. I will conduct an interview for prime time TV just standing with you in the grocery store line. I learned that from having two very outgoing parents and a sister I refer to as “the mayor” because she knows everyone in…
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Love in Every Room
Read more…: Love in Every RoomOh February 14th, you just sneak around the corner every year and give us all a reason to say “I love you” to someone special. I woke up today and said that to my sleepwalking daughters who mumbled it back on their way off to school and work. I have been thinking about LOVE all…
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The Worst Day of Your Life
Read more…: The Worst Day of Your LifeWhat if you knew you already had the worst day of your life? You may not know this, but the police process death by suicide like a crime scene. I was sitting alone in the aftermath of my husband’s death last year with two strangers, the policeman and the chaplain. My sister was 6 hours…
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Making & Taking Space
Read more…: Making & Taking SpaceI probably have had more mental health therapy than most people. So I feel like I have become the local “Lucy” from the Peanuts. For just 5 cents I can spill out some therapy to just about anyone or maybe it is more like that warm and fuzzy feeling we had in the 90’s when…
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The Family Group Chat
Read more…: The Family Group ChatMy sister Carolyn was desperate to maintain order in the aftermath of Erik’s death. She showed up with her school teacher markers and chart paper and insisted we all document our comings and goings so she could wrap her brain around it. Seeking control and order is a very natural response to a trauma like…
