Supporting your grieving person – why it matters!
Last week I alluded to the fact that I seem to have become the “grief girl” – the person you tap when someone you know dies to figure out how to best support their loved…
New Year. Now What?
It’s a new year and the start of a new decade. It feels invigorating and exciting to me and I’m ready to embrace all of it. I have a new planner, a new journal, refined…
You’re not enjoying your pregnancy enough.
***TRIGGER WARNING*** Mention of pregnancy & pregnancy after loss “You’re not enjoying your pregnancy enough.” I stared at her blankly, unable to wrap my head around the words coming out of her mouth. She knew…
It’s Father’s Day… A Reflection from Scott Woods
Oh Father’s Day… Have you ever wondered how days like Father’s Day and Mother’s Day can take on so many forms, for so many people? Take Father’s Day as an example: what does your…
An open letter to my husband
An open letter to my husband as Father’s Day approaches…. Dear Scott, You are my partner, my best friend, my everything. We have forged an unbreakable bond through tragedy and triumph; time has…
Let go… or be dragged
Many years ago, my mother dropped some important parental wisdom on me about teaching your children to be independent. The conversation came about because I had asked her how my sister, brother and I…
Many Hands
My friend, Monica, is one of those people that radiates whimsy and instantly makes you feel better when you’re around her. She has this energy about her, this never-ending well of insatiable joy that I…
I survived…
My 8 year old is obsessed with a series of books called “I Survived…” They’re fictional books written in the context of a nonfiction event such as September 11 th or the Joplin tornadoes. He…
The Middle Place: A different kind of Mother’s Day
I’m the oldest of three children; one of two daughters. I was the girlie girl; my sister, the tom boy. I had eight million boyfriends; my sister had a total of four, I think. My…
Brave. Strong. Broken. A love letter to the Bereaved Mama
My Dear, Grief Warrior Mama: My heart is broken for yours. You have experienced something no one should ever have to and I hate that our paths converge here – on a broken road. A…