I appreciate the wisdom of accepting that from ashes unexpectedly beautiful things can emerge . . . that there is always more to...

Grateful to have once again found my lost voice, I realize that it was stilled by grief . . . yet again! I honestly do get that life is...

I sat in my usual spot and sense my son is close enough to touch my right shoulder. My desk chair sits far enough away from my desk and...

On this bright, warm, sunny morning, take some time to stop, breathe deeply and send unconditional love . . . to yourself, to the...

This one is for anyone whose beloved has died: for parents who have lost children . . . for brothers and sisters who have lost parents ....

My dear son, It’s your birthday week. Another year without you on the planet has completed its cycle. And, as it most always does during...

I signed into a monthly Zoom call that has become routine over this last year. There they were. . . women I have known well over a...