Ritual at the Crossroads
“A ritual would help,” I said to my friend Pat. “I’d love that,” she said.…
Traveling Solo But Not Alone: Managing a Meltdown
My plane left San Francisco at 6 a.m. I curled into a window seat with…
Disco Balls and Candles: Grief Ritual in Unusual Places
On Saturday, July 25, my son Anthony Mansfield hosted a Leaning into Love reading at…
In the Company of Friends
“Are you OK?” Lauren asked when she called the morning after Vic died. Lauren Cottrell…
She’s Seven Now: When Dreams Lead the Way
On June 3, I planned a quiet day to take stock of my life. It…
Walking Each Other Home
Sharyn and I met in 1973. I’d moved to Hamilton, NY with my husband and…
Soul Care in Hard Times
“No detectable disease on CAT scan. Better than last time.” I received this text message from…
The Sacred Feminine in Nature and Friendship
My friend Gail stopped me at the check-out at Wegman's Grocery a few weeks ago. She…
When Dads Die Young
My Father's Day story, "Running from Dad's Death," was posted at Open to Hope today. It's about the last time I…
A Ritual for the Seventh Season of Grief
June 3, 2015 was the seventh anniversary of my husband Vic's death. I planned a day with an…