I opened the storage tub containing the olive green hanging folders, continuing my quest to… Read the postA Day in the Life. Discovering the Accident Narrative
Boundaries. With chalk in hand, I am declaring mine. I received a note out of… Read the postWhen Someone Tells You What Your Dead Child Told Them To Tell You
I have not written a coffee post since mid-summer. The approaching sixth anniversary of Justin’s… Read the postNovember Coffee, So Much Coffee
I am very honored to be featured on “Life In Ten Minutes” today! Thank you… Read the post“In Camelot”
Me: “So hey, can we order greeting cards with my photos from our cherry blossom… Read the postConsumed by Fire, Rising with the Wind
The crackling raw energy of words so charged with affirmation they changed a life. My… Read the post“You Have What I Can’t Teach You.”
“Where you been, under a rock?” Six years into child loss and shit still surprises… Read the postWhere you been, under a Rock?
“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
