Sequestered with Teens; Day Two
Newness is kind of exciting, and then overwhelming, and then exhausting. Today is Day Two of the Stay-Home mandate given by our governor, but my first day working from home. Jesse set me… Continue reading
Category Archive: Grief
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Wrestling with Big Questions
Even though I would love to be granted the wisdom to know why my dad died, I know I won’t be. At least not in this life. But there are other questions I… Continue reading
Effortless
On Christmas night, we went to my 86-year-old grandpa’s house and watched old home videos. When I say old… I mean old. My dad would’ve turned 61 this month and there were shots… Continue reading
This Week’s Challenge
My coworker, Christina, and I have a lot of stress in our lives right now. Real stress. Real walls-collapsing-around-us-loss-of-control-emotional-rollercoaster kind of stress. And it is so easy to get into the habit of… Continue reading
What Have I Been Doing?
It’s been just over two months since my dad died. It seems like it’s been longer than that. I recounted three times… August to October… yep, two months. I miss him so much.… Continue reading
Empty Tank
I’m running on empty lately. Grieving the loss of my dad is the most exhausting activity I’ve ever experienced. Then stack on a house renovation. Three teenagers. A marriage. A day job. Trying… Continue reading
Two Steps Forward, Three Steps Back
I think exhaustion and hunger set the stage. We’d been working on our house renovation all weekend, and by 9:30pm all I’d eaten all day was avocado toast, and granola. Oh… and… Continue reading
Now What?
I walked beside my dad for over two years through his battle against cancer. That’s over. The service was painstakingly planned and was a success. That’s over. Now what? So much of my… Continue reading
Newness
I’ve been doing yoga every morning lately. Partly because I don’t want to end up a hunched-over old lady, and partly because my sadness is heavy in the morning so I NEED a… Continue reading
Confusion of Grief
The air is heavy with summer-rain moisture and the sweet scent of blackberries on the bush too long. The woods smell like the coming moss, and musk cologne, with a hint of rotting… Continue reading
