In the South Pacific, I walked around the small island of Rarotonga curious about all the amazing flowers draped over the large cement boxes in the front yard of the homes. I was told that the Cook Island Maori bury their dead in their yard, performing a daily ritual and remembrance by covering the tomb of their ancestors in flowers. I've thought of … [Read more...]
My son should be turning seven. Seven. So far I’ve survived five of his birthdays without him. Five. He was killed when he was two. Two. It doesn’t add up. It hasn’t since the day he was violently robbed from me and it never will. Just thinking about another birthday without him makes me want [...]
Guest Post by Megan Skaggs My first Mother’s Day was an incredible mix of emotions. I didn’t really know whether to be happy or sad; or crying or not. I remember feeling quite numb. Our surviving twin son, Will, was about 10 months old. His identical twin brother, MJ, had been dead for about 9 [...]
