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.
Category: Grief
Grief Talk: The Corner
Grief is a big part of my life, yes, but so is love, and to me, that corner represents love.
“Grief Light”
There is no place in grief for reminders of what could be, if only they'd....
Grieving the Living
Sometimes arm’s length is a thousand miles, a new phone number, and your finger poised above the delete key.
I’m sorry. Wait, no I’m not. Well, maybe.
Despite what Elton John sings, “sorry” isn’t the hardest word.
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...
Grief Talk: What to Keep, What to Give Away
A friend’s husband died last weekend, and like always when I hear news like this, I think about the afterwards: All the decisions she’ll make, all the people she’ll hug, all the words she’ll hear, all the feelings she’ll feel and all the feelings she’ll tuck away for another time. Inevitably, she’ll go through his … Continue reading Grief Talk: What to Keep, What to Give Away
A Week of Grief (but not in a bad way)
It's been a week of grief, my friends. Grief talking and writing, that is. My writer friend (and genuinely amazing person), Emily Silva Hockstra, invited me to be a guest on her YouTube series, Journeys Through Grief. You can hear (and see!) me talk about grief by clicking here. The kind folks at Brevity Blog … Continue reading A Week of Grief (but not in a bad way)
Grief on TV. Do They Get it Right? (Downton Abbey spoiler alert!)
I don’t “enjoy” grief, but I respect it as part of my life. I also know that grief is a result of love, and when I watch griefy things, I’m also reminded of those I love.
Grieving the Loss of “Things”
Many of us were taught that “things” don’t (or shouldn’t) matter, especially more than life, so grieving the loss of our things can feel selfish. But most of us don’t lead monastic lives, and our things are often reminders of memories and people we hold close in our hearts.









