Coping With Grief
Embracing Strangers
As the driver pulls into the ambulance bay at the hospital, a wave of relief washes over me. Now that we have arrived, I can
October 28, 2024
As the driver pulls into the ambulance bay at the hospital, a wave of relief washes over me. Now that we have arrived, I can
With the first hint of early spring, my writing group hustled to make our dream of building our own Wind Phone at the independent senior-living
When in mourning, time passes fast, time passes slow.Are pictures supposed to comfort the yearning?Photos capture static joybut in loss they bring no easing. She
Some stories return to you over time. Not all at once, but quietly, sometimes years later, after life has given you more experiences and unique
Please don’t tilt your headand ask us if we’re okay. His heart has stopped beating.His body is starting to decay.No words can make that easier.
Each day I look. Look beyond the clouds, the horizon and into the invisible space between today and tomorrow. But, even though I squint and
From Grief Dialogues Founder Elizabeth Coplan: One of my favorite writers is Amy Ferris, who, to me, is a dead-ringer for Meryl Streep, and I
I am trying to learn how to carry this grief.It is oppressive and unyielding and I want to be free of it.Can you take it
I’m naked!Can’t you see? Naked as a jaybird,exposed,unclothed,reporting for duty.Naked as I came.Naked as I will go. No! You’re wearing yourNavy pants and blue-striped shirt.Can’t
I am a pathological liar. I stand by my superior ability to fabricate the truth, to create a false narrative, to lie on command. And
Ellie breathes heavily as I cradle her, her lovely green eyes closed. We’re on a bench at the back of the large, crowded waiting room