Archive for Reflection

Confession: Sometimes, I'm kind of a jerk. Actually, I've been an especially large mess during some of the years you've…

This is my grief monster. He was born the day my mother died. I was really frightened of him at first…

I've been having a hard time deciding what to write for today’s post. I’ve been a little tired lately. I’m a…

It's 10:30am and the girls are still in their pajamas. Actually, I'm still in my pajamas as well. This is…

I have been playing out a potential conversation that could, theoretically, occur in my life in the not too distant…

I have been thinking about the limitations of language a lot lately, specifically when it comes to grief.  When you…

When my mother died, I knew nothing about grief. Truthfully, I knew nothing about life either. Like most, I entered…

Last night, I fell asleep trying to piece together the fragments of a memory. It was a summer evening at…

I've been thinking about the word loss as it pertains to someone's death. More specifically, as Merriam-Webster defines it: "A person or thing…