. It’s going to be a short post today for your Monday. I didn’t mean for it to be. I planned on sitting down to write this afternoon after a good, full morning. But when Boris and I were out for an early walk, I noticed a solid looking futon sitting in a neighbor’s yard…
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this diminished life: how do I go on after this death?
Have you lost all interest in this life, now that the one you love is dead? Seriously, why should you care about anything? How can anything be even remotely “good” again, in this diminished life? I answered a reader’s question on how to find interest in this life she didn’t ask for; the original is…
Writing In Grief: Leaving Yourself a Map.
The next round of the Writing Your Grief e-course begins soon. In the months I’ve been running this course, I have been consistently stunned by the connection – and the depth – people find in this group. The connection they find in themselves. I want this for you. Please consider joining this round. For…
sudden death vs. belief in a loving universe
Writing without the deeply personal is not the whole story of grief. To give the whole story, to give as many handholds as possible in the steep climb of grief, we need to hear personal stories. Each Friday, I’ll post something from my own experience of grief and love. It’s an inside look at love,…
the friday personals: living in grief (with poets).
. Writing without the deeply personal is not the whole story of grief. To give the whole story, to give as many handholds as possible in the steep climb of grief, we need to hear personal stories. Each Friday, I’ll post something from my own experience of grief and love. It’s an inside look at love,…
"too busy to remember" – bees, grief, time.
. Summer is in full swing, and the days are racing towards the 5 year anniversary of Matt’s death (no matter how many times I type that, it’s always wrong). I’ve been so busy lately, I don’t often stop and remember our life – who we were, what we did, what was. That too-busy-to-remember has…
"too busy to remember" – bees, grief, time.
. Summer is in full swing, and the days are racing towards the 5 year anniversary of Matt’s death (no matter how many times I type that, it’s always wrong). I’ve been so busy lately, I don’t often stop and remember our life – who we were, what we did, what was. That too-busy-to-remember has…
born to run: grief & endurance.
Camp Widow is coming soon. This year, it falls precisely on the death date. I will be marking 5 years in the company of friends who have helped me live this life that began those years ago. I intended to be in amazing physical shape by that date. I wanted to run the annual 5k…