Grief

Mother’s Day & Matriarchs

This blog post is coming to you from an adorable coffee shop about half a mile from my house. “Exposure therapy” is good, and probably necessary this many years on. So here I am in public, among children and strollers and women wearing some variation of “Mama Bear” sweatshirts. Today is Mother’s Day, and I…

here and gone [poem]

I did not want to bring Grief into this house. She follows me though, small bare feet pattering up the concrete stairs. I don’t realize she’s followed me in until later, when I find her hiding under the bed. She must be cold and lonely and hungry. I clasp her small tender hands and lift…

Broken heart but healing

Last month, my heart was broken into tiny pieces when our beloved Missy died. I think this experience has impacted the progress I’ve been making and work I’ve been diligently doing. I guess you could say it was the epitome of the word “triggered” – so many feelings and memories of events came rushing back…

Don’t look down

It’s what people say when you’re at an uncomfortable height. It’s advice and admonishment. It’s a warning against the inevitable void that will entice you to fall. It could be a bend from reality, a willful ignorance of what actually exists. At some point, we have to look down and get real. We have to…

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