Grief is a Wild Horse
I burst into tears the other day at the nail salon. “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” came on over…
Continue ReadingI burst into tears the other day at the nail salon. “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” came on over…
Continue ReadingI wasn't made for this. I am not strong enough. Lord, where are you taking me? Why does this joyful…
Continue ReadingTo my babies in Heaven, I still miss you. Sometimes I wonder if you can see us from Heaven. Do…
Continue ReadingWhat’s the one thing I wish I did before my mom died? Take more photos. But no, I assumed I’d…
Continue ReadingI ignored it at first, the pink on the tissue. It wasn't anything to worry about. I'd known for three…
Continue Reading“This is going to be the first time we go through the holidays without mom.” How many times have I…
Continue ReadingIt is said that grief has stages. Five to be exact. Not sure where I am on that scale, but…
Continue ReadingFor so much of my life, I never understood why people used the phrase “passed on” when someone died. I…
Continue ReadingBeing in a stepfamily means a lot of Christmases, we had one for each household plus each side of the…
Continue ReadingI don’t know about you, but each Christmas season I find myself trying to catch the “feeling.” It seems like…
Continue ReadingThey say the brain rewires itself to accommodate for losing one or more senses. A blind person develops great hearing,…
Continue ReadingIt's that time of year. Everyone shines a little brighter, everything shimmers a little more. The cooler temps create a…
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