bereaved mother – AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND

December 3, 2025 / Terri / Christmas

There is no shame in grief…

I type and delete. Type and delete. The words used to just spill out, now…

September 28, 2023 / Terri / Grief

Tapping on keys, missing the way writing allowed thoughts to coalesce, missing how writing informed…

September 27, 2022 / Terri / Grief

Tapping on the keyboard, I remember why I have avoided sitting down to write, new…

September 26, 2020 / Terri / Dark Night

Apologizing to the bees as I snipped off long stems of anise hyssop, the fuzzy…

June 28, 2020 / Terri / Grief

Edging the volume higher until the metal is louder than my head noise, I close…

March 26, 2020 / Terri / Dark Night

Opening my eyes, dreaming of a baby crying, I wake on your 35th birthday. Our…

November 12, 2019 / Terri / Grief

When the veil thins in November, you slip like a wraith into my dreams. Seamless,…

March 25, 2019 / Terri / Uncategorized

Where to start? I shall jump right in. Seven weeks from today I will be…

September 21, 2018 / Terri / Brothers

Hunting for my seam ripper reminded me to look for a thank you card, which…