The first time I ever had a Marine in uniform show up at my door, […]
Tag: Ride the Ride
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!”
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 […]