Living. And loving. And hurting.
Several months after Rory died, still thick in the blanket of grief, someone I love dearly invited me to a show about death. I said yes, of course, but not because I was interested in the show about death. I said yes because I wanted to spend time with this person whom I love dearly, and any opportunity to do… Read More
Hundreds and possibly thousands of messages. Instagram and Facebook and text and words. Hugs and gifts. All poured out with love and concern. All given with the most caring of hearts. All sharing the same sentiment. “I don’t know what to say.” The truth is, nothing helps and everything hurts. The truth is the words are all pain. Pain in… Read More
Always, always I am drawn here again. Where I can put words down on the page. Where I can see my thoughts leap out of my mind and take physical form. Where I can capture how I feel, put a name to it, and then release it. Always. Strange to come back to writing, after many months of not. Strange… Read More
When my brain keeps coming back to something over and over again, that means it’s time to blog about it. There is no way that I can claim to know how it feels to lose a child. My son is 20 months old, happy and healthy. While I have been through several miscarriages, it still doesn’t shine a candle on… Read More
