"It’s not our job, in any relationship, to change someone’s mind. We don’t live inside their head."
Shaun Cassidy and the Weekend I Didn’t Know I Needed (Part 1)
Category: Family
To Care (what people think) or Not To Care? That is the Question.
I won’t kid myself thinking I can actually ever not care what people think. I am, after all, Lynn Haraldson: Worrier Extraordinaire.
“Where were the adults?”: A 2023 Perspective on 1983
“Where were the adults?” they asked. “Why did no one take care of you?”
Cover Design Poll! (and an excerpt)
I’ve been pinching myself all week (and not sleeping well) as my book, An Obesity of Grief: A Journey from Traumatic Loss to Undying Love, is now in production mode. Edits are complete, and now we’re deciding on a cover design. Help us decide by clicking on this link: Koehler Books Cover Poll. (I promise … Continue reading Cover Design Poll! (and an excerpt)
‘Twas the Night Before the Night Before Christmas
Haraldson Christmas Rule Number One: No gift shall be opened until Christmas Eve. No exceptions.
The Unassuming Santa
I miss my dad all the time, but especially at Christmas, when I know children would be looking at him, thinking, Is that Santa?
Staying One Step Ahead of the Second Child
"She is the child my mother couldn’t wait for me to have—the one who is most like me."
Grandma Grief
I’ll be 59 in a few days, and I can say, without a doubt, that I’ve lived a very different life in 59 years than my grandmother did.
OCD Lite
Watching a hockey game last Friday night from my comfy chair in the living room, I suddenly felt closed in, like there were too many things occupying too small a space. I wasn’t sure why at first; the living room is the same as it’s always been. But that was the feeling: There were too … Continue reading OCD Lite
Grief Talk Tuesday: Treat My Urn Like the Stanley Cup
There was a sense of urgency about the way mini waterfalls and rapids formed in the otherwise docile water. Its beauty—flowing at the foot of a bucolic green hillside dotted with dandelions—reminded me how the moments I love most are fleeting...
Lynn Haraldson, Author and Writing Mentor 