I am not a summer person, I am more of a fall through spring sort.… Read the postMidsummer Coffee and Pie
Boundaries. With chalk in hand, I am declaring mine. I received a note out of… Read the postWhen Someone Tells You What Your Dead Child Told Them To Tell You
“Where you been, under a rock?” Six years into child loss and shit still surprises… Read the postWhere you been, under a Rock?
Easter is as difficult as Christmas to experience since Justin’s death. I loved everything about… Read the postThe Occupied Tomb
I have been turning over a thought I have had since Sunday. I am doing… Read the postLeprosy and the Bereaved Parent
