This week (not to mention every one since 10/28/19) has been tough. And I don’t know why. Since the 1-year mark, the 28th…

Our Christmas tradition – amongst other [family] rituals – includes two pans of monkey bread. One has pecans and the other does not….

Yesterday was Christmas 2020 and it was the second one without Gabriel. I thought about the first one, the things I’d written, the…

A challenge I often find in telling a story is where to begin. Here’s the shortest story. I’ve started “The Postcard Club” for…

I’d loaded up most of October and November posts and then let the schedule run on its own. And I needed to. To…

I had my first normal poop yesterday. After the month of no sleep, odd food, stress, and sorrow, it was good to have…

I just want to punch things through the day. It started on day one, really. Between the rainman walking/pacing and the uncontrollable, guttural…

It’s been one calendar month since Gabriel died.  I’m no closer to accepting it. Every single day, I want to see his face,…

Today (11/27) I talked with Jim about the kinds of people/categories of people I meet now. One type carries their own grief and…

I thought about the 26th, or at least, as the day was winding down, I realized that it was another day where I…