How can I say that my grief is greater than yours? Do I know the darkest corners of your nights, or the secret places that have been...

I get these hot flashes – ladies of a certain age will know what I mean – when blood sings through my body like molten copper and I must...

I long to be held down by the coolness of gravity by the warmth of an arm.   Where is the lover that used to hold me fast, who bound me...

I was mistaken, and thought we got to choose our spirit animal. But no... mine has chosen me, most decidedly. I’m told it means I have a...

The work of grief is never  done.   It sets up shop inside of us, sends roots into our hearts and the marrow of our bones, becomes part...

it was our mantra… the way we made it through the days when it was just you and me alone in the house with the death that stalked us at...

It was bitter cold out but she was used to that. Thankfully she had a long down coat that covered even her toes if she sat just right. So...

If you have words of love to say,      say them now. Because it is a solitary room, that place of “wish I’d said… ”   How freeing instead...

Shortly before his death at 92 years we talked, my dad and I, of many things. He had regrets, yes, a few, but the biggest was a surprise...

An interesting concept fell out of a novel I was reading. “Pain is just information.”   Yes, I thought, that is true. Step on a shard of...

An interesting concept fell out of a novel I was reading. “Pain is just information.”   Yes, I thought, that is true. Step on a shard of...

I found a voice I did not know I had, by living through a sadness I did not think I could survive, then meeting friends I could not have...

You just do not  know cannot possibly know what is under someone else’s skin.   You >BEEP< without thinking, impatient. But the person in...

I carry with me coins of silence. I pick them up throughout the day, finding them in the lost moments between appointments and tasks of...

I lie on the sofa and listen to the rain pour down thinking I don’t want to leave my house      my cat      my mind   I can hear the slow...

I lie on the sofa and listen to the rain pour down thinking I don’t want to leave my house      my cat      my mind   I can hear the slow...

Who will be the last shape I see as my vision of this world dims?   Will it be a familiar and much loved partner? A stranger with the...

Building piece by piece... it’s a challenge because there isn’t any picture on the front of this box.   Sorting by color, shape,...

Dear ____________,   I am the other side of your equation. You worry for those you will leave behind. But me? I am the one who has been...

I do not believe in all the promises that religion offers, yet here I sit on a dark evening, in a country church aglow with candles and...