Broken Heart

I will probably write about this chapter in my life again, here or on another platform. I'm sure over the next several months/years I'll have a lot to share. Here is the first one.On October 19th 2014, my mom lost her battle to cancer. It doesn't make sense. I'm heart broken, sad, empty, and angry. My first love is gone and I don't know what to do with myself, other than take life one hour at a time. I can't even do a day at a time quite yet....more
I am sorry for your loss. One day it will be a bit easier, but for now, do what you can when you ...more

Goodbye, Jan Hooks

Dear Jan Hooks, Yesterday at 4:30 in the afternoon, I mindlessly scrolled through Twitter and saw your name trending. I had that millisecond of excitement, hoping another movie or TV role was in store for you. The joy turned to devastation in a heartbeat....more

Goodbye, Forever

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10 Ways To Help Your Children Remember A Loved One Who Has Passed Away

Memory is a living, breathing thing and it's death presents the moment we stop remembering.  There's something of the immortal in it - something eternal that follows us as long as we let it - a fingerprint, left behind by the one who left us behind. ...more

Missing Link: Will Run For Love

What would Tracy want me to do? I often ask myself this question. My cousin, Tracy, battled breast cancer not once, but twice. Tracy died on May 1, 2013. She was 38 years old. Thirty-eight....more

Finding peace after loss

My friend Johanna lost her dad very suddenly when she was 26 years old. Through tears (for both of us), she talked about what she’s learned through six years of missing her dad and shared advice for others dealing with loss....more

An Old Dog, Uncle Jesse's Papouli, and Cremation: Ruining a Child's Life In One Brief Conversation

Have I ever told you that I cried when I first watched the graduation episode of Saved By the Bell? I think I may have. But did you know I also cried when Uncle Jesse's Papouli died on Full House?...more

SCRIBBLING LIFE

There's a time like this when I am missing my laptop.  If I have it still, I would like to sit here, on the deck and tap away my melancholy.  I would watch each black letter march across the screen, forming words and thoughts.  No matter.  I will make do with my pen scribbling across the page....more

We Supass Death, Promise!

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