The Holidays are here and I’m mindful of the fact that I’m not the only one grieving this year. Feeling the need for someone wiser than me to escort me through the confusing process of mourning, I recently began seeing a grief counselor – a wonderful woman in her 70’s who has experienced some profoundly
I almost never travel for work and my friends who do would rather not, generally. But at the end of September, I was asked to represent my employer at a charity event in Rancho Mirage. As any mother knows, leaving town can sometimes present myriad obstacles. Often, it isn’t until we are forced to communicate
“Grief, when it comes, is nothing we expect it to be. Grief has no distance. Grief comes in waves, paroxysms, sudden apprehensions that weaken the kneeds and blind the eyes and obliterate the dailiness of life.” – Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking This definition of grief from the first chapter of Joan Didion’s
I’ll be honest: I am sort of limping along right now. The only thing I really want to do is grieve. Full-time. I would like to be a full-time griever. In a perfect world, these would be the only things on my to-do list – and even these would be completely optional – for as
Last Wednesday night at about 6:15 pm, my mom’s heart finally gave up a long, hard fight and she died. The day began dramatically, my mom waking my dad up at 5 am, in the grips of a heart attack. My dad rushed her to the Emergency Room in Flagstaff, Arizona where she quickly received
