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. 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…
. 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…
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…
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…
When sudden loss erupts into your life, the computer becomes your constant companion, your best friend, the place you go searching for anything that sounds true and right and healing. Back in 2009, my searches didn’t yield much of anything. That’s no longer true: the grief landscape is changing. There are more websites now that deal…
You Monday post this week lives over on Jen Pastiloff’s site, the Manifest-Station. Before you head over there, I want to remind you that you can always send me your questions. You can do that by clicking the contact link here (especially useful if you want to be anonymous), or by sending me an email…
. Preparing for each Friday’s post, I go back into my writing archives – sifting through the thousands of words I wrote in the early days. Lately, I seem to be landing on the moments when I felt companioned by something. I’ve never been comfortable naming that “something” – words are too small and annoying…
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote the weekly newsletter as I always do. It was full of the tricky territory of grief, of still living here, knowing that what I’ve built, what we’ve built, can be swept away in an instant. An ordinary instant. Shortly after I sent that newsletter out, I received news…
