Some losses reopen other losses you thought you had already learned to carry. A few days ago, I lost my dog. For privacy, I’ll call her Maggie here. She had been part of my life for many years, but when she entered it mattered almost as much as the years that followed. She came into... Continue Reading →
Looking Back at the Words That Helped Me Heal
If you read my previous post, you know that my mother was recently diagnosed with cancer. I traveled to be with her, and while helping her sort through her home and prepare for what comes next, I found myself returning to this old blog. Maybe there is something about sorting through a lifetime of belongings... Continue Reading →
When the Phone Call Changes Everything
I wasn't expecting to write this post. Although my mother and I have a difficult relationship, we do not have a abusive relationship. A few days ago, my mom had a CT scan after losing a significant amount of weight and simply not feeling well for quite some time. She had been tired for months.... Continue Reading →