In honor of the 21st anniversary of my sister’s (still unsolved) murder, I’m re-posting an essay that I wrote and was published by Foliate Oak Literary Magazine a few years ago that explored the aftermath of that traumatic event in my life. My mom’s recent passing makes me think of them now together in love, … More She Had Known Me Forever
via Let the beauty of what you love be what you do. – Rumi at BrainyQuote.
via 6 Things I’ve learned from being my mother’s caregiver.
I have a tendency, on my birthday to reflect on “what hasn’t happened yet.” To reflect on the unaccomplished, and be sad about all that has yet to be done. Yes, today I am turning 39 years old, and I wonder, where in the world the time went. I know, I know, I am supposed … More All that I am – thirty-nine
I have found that while these feelings are uncomfortable, accepting those unfavorable feelings gives me clarity. But I always try to skip steps. … More Skip the Pain
There was one moment. One moment that I began to feel sorry for myself. Spouses taking pictures, kids, families. And me alone. Well physically alone. I retreated back to that old feeling, those old beliefs. Who do I have to be to not walk this journey alone? Who do I have to be to be … More Never Alone
I allowed myself to feel sad. It was the only gift of love I could give myself. And I cried, maybe 3 or 4 times when I felt like I needed to cry. Sometimes they were just tears, other times sobs. But it was all okay. I allowed myself the freedom and time to feel. … More Cry