It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.
This weekend was Joshua’s birthday and I thought it would be terrible, but it wasn’t. It was nice. Here’s the update:
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Swimming away from grief
I tried to swim back to happiness (and away from grief)…
Read MoreThe Bloody Aftermath
Last week the kids of Crawford College North Coast took us over the finish line in terms of collecting 364 units of blood for The Bloody Birthday Challenge. For me personally, though I wasn’t only looking for blood, I also...
Read MoreWill they be forgotten
Chris shared some of his writing with me this morning:
Read MoreHardship hasn’t make me a better person.
Our shelves are bursting with “I am a victim off…” stories. These stories are important. They let the author tell their own story and they let us, vicariously, live it too. We seem, though, to have blurred the lines between what is entertaining/educational and what is instruction.
Read MoreDriving in rain
I’m driving, always driving. It’s raining. It’s always raining. Sometimes: The rain is torrential....
Read MoreI got published in Elephant Journal! – 3 ways to contribute
I’m beyond excited today – The Elephant journal featured my article. If the article...
Read MoreWhy I’m not in therapy
Over they years I’ve recommended therapy to any number of clients. But now, when I face days when getting out of bed can feel like an achievement, I’m not going.
Read MoreI am furious
Of course I have a bloody rage issue.
Read MoreThank you, Nancy
Writing and knowing that someone bears witness to my attempts to make sense of this experience is a huge gift. (Thank you). I admit to feeling a kind of pious, selfless pleasure, this morning, knowing I was giving Nancy that gift. And, as always when I get a little above my station the universe, in the form of Nancy’s story, is quick to turn my thinking on its head.
Read MoreHe made a difference…
The kids in Joshua’s grade had to write a reflective essay this week. They were asked to select a poem or song which reflected something important to them. I got this note from Joshua’s (and my) friend (and teacher to us both) about a different boy in the grade.
Read MoreThe worst day of my life
Last week my surviving son, Chris, handed me a piece of paper with the following essay printed on it. I’m both heartbroken and proud of what he had to say:
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