We went home to California recently, after nearly a year since our last visit. Having lived abroad for so long, I assumed just being stateside meant we’d have more opportunities to see our ocean, our families, our friends. We’re 3,000 miles … Continue reading
I don’t often swoon here. I do a great deal of processing, both to continue my own healing and to hopefully help others who have joined what San Francisco writer and new loss mom Katie Coyle beautifully deemed our “Dark Sisterhood.” Weaving … Continue reading
While mowing the lawn a few weeks ago, Ryan noticed a nest of three brown spotted eggs in the tree in our backyard. We swiftly commenced our bird-watching self-education. The mother’s tell-tale orange beak indicated a family of Northern Cardinals had … Continue reading
For about a week after my colleague Leslie Forman and I redesigned this site and redirected its message, I sat still, anxious to officially announce it. Why the hesitation? Oh, because grief advocacy is vulnerable work. The front-facing reframe—that my strongest voice is derived from … Continue reading
When we lived in the house twenty minutes down the road, I never told our neighbors about Lorenzo. We moved a few months ago and here in our new neighborhood, I’ve already told three people. It’s not that it’s suddenly easier. Three years … Continue reading