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  • November 1, 2020
    The sounds of life
    It takes strength to make your way through grief, to grab hold of life and let it pull you forward ~Patti Davis
    The residue of disbelief still bubbles up when I drift to the last moments shared with my mother. Her death, another reminder of life’s brevity, provokes the lessons of grief. Memories become the guidepost of my life, and a balm to my sorrow. Creating space for contemplation...

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  • February 23, 2020
    Remembering Ryan with a rewrite of a story I wrote a few years ago 
    12/7/87 - 2/23//93
    Beautifully broken
    Searching for validation, I set forth on a journey to fill the blank space that grief had cast upon me. The emptiness  engraved on my soul transferred to the pain unleashed from loss; death hijacked my heart and the fragments I battled to preserve were scattered debris encircling...

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  • February 7, 2020
    Mostly it is loss that teaches us about the worth of things
    Good grief: Remembering my father (3/12/44 - 2/7/98)
    Recently, I listened to a story about the last letter a woman received from her father before he died. My first thought was how lucky she was since there was no note when my father died. But then, she went on to explain the little he had written left her empty and wanting, like that...

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  • July 23, 2019
    Just let me feel bad about this
    “It takes strength to make your way through grief, to grab hold of life and let it pull you forward.”~Patti Davis
    It was a year ago today that my mom died. And shock still bubbles up when I think of her, along with all the other emotions like sadness, relief, curiosity, anger and envy. In order to understand this surge of emotions, I decided to unpack why I feel...

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  • September 8, 2018
    It is impossible for you to go on as you were before, so you must go on as you never have.
    ~Cheryl Strayed 
    Grief...  (Guilt, Regret, Ignorance, Envy, Forgiveness)
    Since the loss of my mother I have been taken by grief. Captured as if a monster once lurking, returned. Grief pulls me under angrily and I wonder if it had ever left my side. All this loss in one lifetime, how can grief depart? Life...

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  • May 18, 2018
    Shivering, I hustled to the main entrance eagerly tapping the buzzer. The door, armed with a shrieking alarm, keeps me from entering and I wait anxiously. A prickle of apprehension ushers in the reminder of where I am and the shadow of her decline.
    Finally inside, my hands glide hastily through the pages of the sign out binder and I scribble our names.
    Ambling down the short corridor I am awash...

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  • January 25, 2017
    Penning the narrative of my life I share the stories that stir my soul, those fragmented pieces arriving in waves as the frailty of the mind unravels...
    Settling nervously in the waiting room, I notice the fear collecting in her eyes as she shudders away from the pen. My thoughts vacillate, querying the things she can no longer do while I dislodge the pen from the chair and inscribe the necessary...

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  • November 2, 2016
    "If you learn to listen for clues as to how I feel instead of what I say, you will be able to understand me much better."
    As the storm quiets
    The anger lingered in the air even days after she left, a cold silence that slowly enveloped the room like a dying flower casting wilted memories of exasperation that I could not erase.
    It was our first gathering since she was placed in the nursing home...

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  • June 13, 2016
     “I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.”
    —Khaled Hosseini    
    The words trickle out like tear drops drenching the page as my reasoning collides. The guilt baptizes me in this steady torrent of emotions while I examine the connection of heart...

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  • May 15, 2016
    As we travel down this uncharted path of dementia I unpack the stories that fill our days, each detail lingering in a frightening aspect to the life we are struggling to comprehend.  With a fitful personality and the unending mood swings I witness her competence vanishing rapidly before me.
    Approaching the next phase in this journey and transition to the nursing home has increased her fear precipitously...

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