As my boi would always say, “Ain’t gonna lie…,” before unpacking what was on his […]
Tag: Pressing On
Get Up, Momma
As I struggled in my puddle on the shower floor, my Boi’s gentle, calm voice cut through the pain, “Get up momma. You don’t belong down there!”
I DO NOT Want To Do This.
When Josie died, I was overwhelmed with thoughts of, “How do I do this?!!!” Every […]
Finding Joy After Loss… Is it even possible?
At first, loss can feel like you are living in an absolute nightmare, except you […]
Ghost Dreams
(Note: This post was written before the massive shut-downs and stay-at-home orders that have taken […]
Ohhh, To Live Again…
At what point do we progress from merely “riding the ride” to actually enjoying it? […]
Into the Light with My Six Silver Moonbeams…
In grief, we unwittingly tend to tip-toe around certain subjects, events, memories, people, places, and […]
Grace by Grace, Stone to Stone
Heart pounding like it’s going to expire, headache like you won’t live till tomorrow, stabbing […]
Riding the Ride
Grief is often compared to ocean waves—for me, it is often experienced through the lenses […]
The Hardest Thing I Ever Did…
The Hardest Thing I Ever Did… It was not the tragic way you died, though […]
And So, I Set Forth to Nourish What Is Left…
One of Josie’s favorites: “Sheep May Safely Graze,” by J.S. Bach… She would always hum […]
It Is Not the Same River, and I Am Not the Same Woman…
It has been said that no man can step into the same river twice… “for […]