I stood very still when I hung up the phone, confused, disturbed…feeling the small surge… Read the postHow faith dies…
I always remember what my karate master said about being in a knife fight, “you… Read the postLife and Knife Fighting
I don’t dream much. I don’t sleep much. So when I had a dream that… Read the postThe Instructor had no Scars
The lonely year is how one writer described the second year of grief. This “loneliness”… Read the postThe Lonely Year. The second year of grief.
From time to time, it is not unusual to receive ads for “bereavement” gifts and… Read the postThe prelude…
