When the Grief Has No Place to Land

When the Grief Has No Place to Land

Two weeks ago, tears streamed down my face while watching a movie in a packed theater. My visceral reaction unleashed a grief I try to keep under wraps. Most of the time I am successful, but in this particular scene, a daughter eulogizes her father at his funeral. I...

You Have to Find What Matters Most to You

I have a confession to make. I am wasting time. These five words rattle in my head like coins in a pocket. I hear the clang, but fail to remedy my inaction. Like all conflicts, I search for a source. Maybe it is the arrival of March that pushes buried emotions to the...
The Gaps Cannot Be Filled

The Gaps Cannot Be Filled

As February winds down, I am confronted with the birth of March. It is a month that presents a paradox – the arrival of Spring, but the anniversary of my father’s death. This year will mark six years since we lost him. There are days that I still struggle...

Sometimes the Unraveling Is Unexpected

It happened during a break from writing. I looked at my morning coffee mug at the corner of my desk, recognizing the stale smell of what’s forgotten in the air. The afternoon sun beamed through the slits of my office window. I glanced at my watch, knowing that...
Loss & Gratitude

Loss & Gratitude

I talk so much about my penchant for restless and my inability to arrive at stillness. It is a constant battle to find that quiet place. As time wraps around like an uncontrollable ivy, I understand why it is so important to sink into all of our moments, quiet and...