The Blog

A collection of memoirs, “how-to’s” and reflections on surviving grief.

Mom Wanted!

Company Description I am a thirty-two-year-old little girl alone in the world. I’m without a mom and my soulmate just died. It hurts. My cells vibrate with anguish. My blood is sluggish. Chugging along but too tired to keep pace as if a marathon runner at the end of it’s miles. My marrow aches. My…
Refraction

I thought I saw you last night. I stood where 24th St. kisses Lyndale Ave, underneath the winking “Hums Liquor” sign, bathing my forehead in a dull orange glow. Its subtle buzzing drowned out the 5pm traffic, crooning a love song to the sad and lonely, promises of comfort it will never keep. I cradled…
Her Name Is Healing

“What do you do?” “How do you stay busy?” “Aren’t you bored?” They ask, a wary look in their eyes, as if the thought of existing without a purpose linked to a paycheck is a sad, sad life indeed. I used to think so too, scoffed at the idea of a schedule-free existence, becoming a…
I Measure My Life In Saturdays

I measure my life in Saturdays. It’s been eight of them since you’ve been gone. There are the Saturdays before. The Saturday we woke up in Seattle, when my only concern was getting time with my niece before everyone else descended upon the house and took her from me. Fern and I were in fierce…
Grief Lives Everywhere

Grief lives everywhere. She lives in the obvious places, the ones people think to look. The ones friends text me about, the ones with a clear warning sign reading “pain ahead,” the ones you can anticipate and take the long way around. She’s nestled into the little painted purple mason jar that sits by my…
Interrupted

I can’t finish the book I was reading while you died. Sometimes, I blame that book. What if I wasn’t reading while I waited for you, sprawled out on the couch, full from our dinner and sleepy from the sun? Tired from a day well lived. Too secure, too happy, too peaceful. My hair tied…