“Don’t cry,” often accompanied by the immediate stuffing of a tissue in our hand to… Read the post“Don’t Cry”
Weaving my arm through the shoulder strap of my camera bag, I hugged it close,… Read the postWaiting for Wild Horses
I opened the storage tub containing the olive green hanging folders, continuing my quest to… Read the postA Day in the Life. Discovering the Accident Narrative
“Have you taken a yoga class yet, you would love it.” queried my internist, four… Read the postChanneling Grief through Yoga
The dog and I filled multiple yard bags with weary plants, spent flower heads, and… Read the postCollateral Losses
Let me preface this post with a disclaimer right from the start, I am very… Read the post“But at least you have each other,” and other mythical thoughts…
