• These Empty Spaces

    November 17, 2017

    Empty space at the table, empty space by the tree.  Empty space in the photo, empty space inside me. Empty space on the mantle, empty space on the hearth, empty space in my stomach, in my soul, in my heart.  Empty space in spaces from head to toe, I am sorry you know these spaces…

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  • They May Be Broken, but They Still Sparkle

    October 11, 2017

    I belong to a club.  It is exclusive.  Most of the members have never met, and not one of them have signed up voluntarily. Each of them carries a weight that only the other members can see, and there is an undercurrent of understanding, even without words.  Most days we survive but each day we…

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  • This is Somewhat Us

    September 25, 2017

      This Is Us is beyond brilliant, but when will the show address the death of that third triplet?  The writers seemed to have avoided writing about the actual pain or effects of losing a child, and replaced the couple’s misery with an orphaned newborn whom they effortlessly adopt. The couple expected three babies to come…

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  • Signs from Beyond are Felt Within

    August 29, 2017

    Some signs are neither seen or read, but felt. In 2002 as I was leaving my grandfather’s hospital room, something inside me screamed, “Go back!  Tell him all that you need to say.”  I stopped mid-step, turned around, and sprinted down the hall back towards his room.  I grabbed and hugged him. We bawled as…

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  • Back to School Should Bes

    August 9, 2017

    Bare feet and sandals will soon be replaced with socks and sneakers, beach towels with backpacks, the smell of sweat with pumpkin spice.  The freedom of a summer day will be lost in the routine of back to school affairs as a new school year begins.  My mind is reeling with to-dos and to-buys at…

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  • Dear Grieving Siblings – A letter to our living children

    July 17, 2017

    Dear Grieving Siblings, You hurting-hearts. You resilient souls, innocent little empaths. We are so sorry that you know grief.  We loathe that you have endured the death of your brother or sister.  Some of you have never met your best friend.  Some of you held “your baby” in your arms or read them a book…

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  • Life After Loss: I Didn’t Want to, I Had To

    July 10, 2017

    When my son Cullin died unexpectedly, life as I knew it ended. Life B.C. (Before Child loss) had concluded, and life A.D. (After the Death of a child) had begun. His death had become the catalyst for my rebirth:  I had to learn to stand on two feet, to put one foot in front of…

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