Coping With Grief
Laugh Again
So many everyday expressions refer to death in different ways. We insert them into our vocabulary because it is a part of life itself. “My
July 11, 2022
So many everyday expressions refer to death in different ways. We insert them into our vocabulary because it is a part of life itself. “My
This is the saddest piece of music I’ve ever heard. I first heard this modern Polish symphony as the sound track for a 1993 Peter
Unfamiliar desperation Pride and knees hit the floor Declining in preparation Have I any more to give? All of me descends All but my beseeching
An excerpt from Lisa Pullen Kent’s book: “Death, Rock Me Asleep” O death, rock me asleep, Bring me to quiet rest, Let me pass my
I woke to find a familiar weight on my chest. It pressed and crushed the air from my lungs, Shredding and shattering something inside; I
We heard the train a long way off in the distance. A throaty rumble tunneling toward us, sooty plumes of smoke spoiling the blue skyline.
Something pulled me out of my dream. A voice, a hand on my shoulder. “Sharon, I think she’s going.” I slipped my bathrobe on and,
I’ve never enjoyed cooking. It has always seemed like a burdensome chore. The preparation, the presentation, the cleanup. It felt tedious and menial. Yet here
I have a group of friends, we call ourselves the Supper Club, because we do our best, with ten kids between the four of us,
In the paroxysms of grief I fall to my knees lean into the couch face buried in a cushion, wailing to a nameless god. The