A Season to Hold Space
If there was ever a season that I felt more bipolar… it is the holiday season. I LOVE the holidays. LOVE. THEM. I lit a candle yesterday and I could taste Christmas. We’ve… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Grief
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Made to Break
For my son’s 21st birthday, he and my husband went to the Rage Room. They bundled up in industrial overalls and had protective gear on, headed into a room spray-painted with graffiti, and… Continue reading
Grief Like a Gut Punch
It’s crazy how missing my dad lives in my background emotions, until I see Julia Roberts and George Clooney on the big screen dancing like the biggest dorks of the century. And it’s… Continue reading
A Painful Journey Back
The pain of grief is like labor pangs. You remember them, but you don’t FEEL their depth, their intensity, until the next contraction hits. Those precious few minutes between contractions give you time… Continue reading
Sequestered with Teens; Day 13
My feet made me cry. Then Pearl Jam made me cry. I cuddled up on the couch to watch church this morning, and I noticed my feet. I have my dad’s feet. Long… Continue reading
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
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
