Coping With Grief
Hope Holds A Place
I stood in the doorway as the clock ticked, knowing every minute that passed was taking him one step further from life. They talked about
November 17, 2021
I stood in the doorway as the clock ticked, knowing every minute that passed was taking him one step further from life. They talked about
The ocean turned Prismatic Flame lit The water rose to the sky The sea had no end Marigolds fell from the sun Fell to the
Time. This dimension, concept, measurement, THING is impossibly simple yet undeniably complex. Defined as-the indefinite continued progress of existence and events that occur in an
My husband died two years ago this past January. And after two years I hear all sorts of well-meaning comments from friends and family telling
My husband Victor died by suicide on January 11, 2019. He was 67 and we had been married for 30 years. Victor and I first
From The Artist: “My pieces come from emotional experiences that are often about separations. Whether they are physical or spiritual. I try to show both
Her lips were purple, her face a powder white. I knew my baby sister wasn’t right. “She’s now in heaven,” said a mother torn in
I took a walk in the woods today, I thought of you along the way. I missed your voice and your smile, I missed you
“Do you think Betty is losing her marbles?” my mother asked me over a Thanksgiving dinner in 2004. The question was triggered by the fact
Today was hard. I didn’t expect it to be. It’s not an anniversary, holiday, birthday, etc. Just a Monday. Monday after the superbowl which, and