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  • August 20, 2018
    Today marks 5 years since Debbie had her brain surgery; Thursday is fifteen years since Joe had his brain aneurysm and one month since our mother passed away and on Friday, I will finally have that MRI doctors recommended years ago. My heart is heavy with all these emotions.
    Although I usually attempt to put an upbeat spin on the stories of our life, it’s too soon in this place where so much sadness...

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  • November 26, 2017
    On Thanksgiving Day we picked up several copies of our local gazette and found our story, Pay it forward for Ryan on the front page. A story about giving back, even when you are in pain, in fact, especially when you are in pain. These small steps allowed me to see Joy again.

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  • July 24, 2017
    A lesson during a recent writing course had us return to stories or ideas and rewrite them, a memory from long ago
    The dimly lit room
    The squalid hallway assaulted my senses with dread and disinfectant as they led us to his room. The outdated space with its cold tile floors and blue ticked curtains shifts my gaze from familiar to foreign while this somber scene unravels before us. 
    The cramped...

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  • February 23, 2017
    There are moments which mark your life, moments when you realize nothing will ever be the same and time is divided into two parts: BEFORE this and AFTER this...
    My heart took a bad fall...
    collapsing everything I once believed while my faith, hope, and future crumbled before me. He was so young, we were so young, so naive to the world, living in a fairytale where there was always happiness and...

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  • February 23, 2016
    Remembering Ryan
    12/07/87 ~ 2/23/93
     
    Beautifully broken
    Searching for validation, she set forth on a journey to fill the blank spaces cast upon her, emptiness engraved on her soul carrying the pain unleashed from loss; death stole another slice of her heart and soon the fragments she battled to preserve are scattered debris encircling her.
    Seeking a powerful concoction to mend the heartbreak...

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  • February 7, 2016
    "The trouble is, you think you have time"   ~Buddha
    I have to dig deep when attempting to find photos of my father. Eighteen years is a long time to be without the person who was guiding you in life. I never thought I could survive a day without you and here I am, often looking up to ask you a question in search of guidance. 
    It comes to my heart gently, quietly, a soft flicker of sarcasm as...

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  • December 7, 2015
     
    When we chose to name him Ryan, it was a name I had loved beyond the course of my pregnancy. Writing it constantly on a paper practicing each stroke.
    Ryan was a sweet and quiet little man. Please and thank you was a part of every sentence he spoke. He was my partner in all things reading, play-doh and Nintendo. Loved the movies Aladdin, Jungle Book and Fern Gully. His favorite book was “If you...

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  • September 17, 2015
    There are times when I am overwhelmed with grief, with the loss that has occurred in my life, leaving a scar that will never heal…
    On September 17, 2003 my brother Joe died in surgery when they were trying to repair an aneurysm in the back of his brain. And even though twelve years have gone by, I can still remember it like yesterday.
    The house was quiet with Joel and Zach off camping and Chelsea...

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  • May 10, 2015
    It was one year ago today that the world lost the one person that could teach us all a thing or two...
    Jane felt immortal to me, like she would live forever. She did not want to be mourned, she wanted to be celebrated and she gave us plenty of memories to celebrate.
    She lived life with no expectations and everything was a blessingHer laugh alone could make you laughShe gave of herself generouslyShe...

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  • February 23, 2015
    His existence shaped our lives, his death transformed our hearts...
    Ryan Kenneth Zarlenga
    12/7/87 - 2/23/93
    The sun had not yet risen when I awoke with a stir of fear, today our lives would change. Slowly we eased onto the roadway, waiting, although he was tempted to escape the red light that hindered our progress. The temperature was 37, and the rain speckled our windshield as the journey began....

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