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!”
Tag: Ride the Ride
Somewhere Above the Fog
Lucid dreams by night often become blurry by dawn, and the light of a new […]
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 […]
Riding the Ride
Grief is often compared to ocean waves—for me, it is often experienced through the lenses […]
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 […]
Reworking My Masterpiece
Trauma can be an opportunity to start anew. When we have all that was ever […]
Uninvited Guest
Uninvited Guest is a small piece I composed several months after Josie’s passing. It took […]
Grief, but NOT Despair: the First Days
In the first days, it was my innate instinct to cling to all that was […]
“Sad” Days
It has been a never ending journey since my precious baby girl passed—just over two […]