Hunting for my seam ripper reminded me to look for a thank you card, which… Read the postDear Mom and Dad
I wiped rose scented frosting from my fingers and dug in my pocket for my… Read the postThe Last Boutonniere
“At least he was probably unconscious when he drowned.” “At least you have another child.”… Read the postLet’s Bury “At Least” with our Dead
It rained six years ago on this date. I spent that day running errands and… Read the postYour Flight Home
I sat on the April chilled hardwood floor, clusters of pet fur swirling around me… Read the postThe Wallet
Grief and nutrition are intertwined, we need to eat, we don’t want to eat, nothing… Read the postGrief, nutrition, and really good beef bone broth.
I am cleaning today, sort of, catching up from having the small furry guest for… Read the postNot quite ready for Swedish heavy metal…yet.
I love when people ask questions about grief and how to respond to someone who… Read the postSupportive listening for grievers? Leave the God talk alone.
We are a small guild, tightly knit together, bound together by blood, barley, and hops.… Read the postA Meeting of the Brewer’s Guild
