This is the second of three Survival Guides. The first focused on Body and the next will be about Spirit. 1. Share your grief with close friends. Steve said my grief allowed him to feel his own
Read more →Bereavement and End of Life
This is the first of three Survival Guides: Body, Soul, and Spirit During my husband’s illness and after his death, grief exhausted me. Who cared about staying healthy? Some part of me did, but it was hard
Read more →“Why? Why…Why did this happen?” Catherine Tidd yelled at a pastor she barely knew. “We did everything right. I don’t know a better person than Brad. Why did this happen? What am I going to do? How am
Read more →“Have you heard about The Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman?” our dear friend Richard asked as we soaked naked in their hot tub and talked about life with Richard and his wife. The summer night was cool;
Read more →Last week, my community turned out for Martha’s memorial service. It was a celebration, what I imagine a New Orleans’ funeral might be. Martha was one of seven kids and many of her siblings, nieces, and nephews
Read more →Christmas often feels frantic and commercial instead of spiritual. New Year’s is party time. At Winter Solstice, I feel the peace of Nature’s dark pause and the gift of returning light. It’s my favorite winter holiday. Since
Read more →I try out for a team that demands gymnastic skills. I do a handstand, shocked by my ability and strength. I’m told to hold this position, as though I am an antenna tuned into an important station.
Read more →“Where’s Amigo?” I asked Mom. “Isn’t he in the backyard?” she replied. “No. Someone left the gate open.” “Oh, don’t worry, honey. He’ll come back, he always does.” True, he always did. I walked through my neighborhood
Read more →What if Vic’s cancer had been caught earlier? What if the diagnosis was a mistake? Maybe he was sick because of foot x-rays in his childhood shoe stores or the irradiation of a scar on his neck
Read more →I wait for Vic to call. I saw him exhale without inhaling again. I washed his body, shrouded it, and zipped him into a body bag. Still I wait. “May I speak to Vic,” a voice says
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