Tag: Grief
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Potholes
Read more…: PotholesI am in a pothole. I named these “grief episodes” after the cracks in the road that sometimes take us by surprise when we are driving. I never see them coming but have been learning to navigate them when they hit me. I know they are temporary and necessary for my growth. But they are…
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The Messengers in Manzanita
Read more…: The Messengers in ManzanitaHave you ever met someone “out in the wild” that was delivering a message to you at just the right time and place? I remember sitting with my parents in church on Sundays and wondering if my mom told the pastor about my teenage shenanigans because I thought the sermon was a direct message from…
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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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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…
Comfort Food & the Dying Part 