I’ve written about the waves of grief before. I feel as if I’m standing on a stump that rises above the water a foot or two. The grief is there, it’s a constant, but it’s usually below my radar. It’s not always the things that you think will knock you on your ass. Grief is [ Read More ]
I’ve been grieving for my mom for about 7 years now. It’s a strange thing to be grieving for someone who is still alive. My mom was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer’s in her late 50s, and the decline has been steady, sometimes subtle and insidious, sometimes drastic and obvious, but steady. Consistent. Like the waves [ Read More ]
The Day 9 ( June 8 ) prompt in the #trust30 writing challenge was this: “The other terror that scares us from self-trust is our consistency; a reverence for our past act or word, because the eyes of others have no other data for computing our orbit than our past acts and we are loath [ Read More ]