Last Thursday
It’s been a four days since I’ve written anything. I’ve been good at journalling daily for the most part. It’s the first time... Read More
Friday night
I haven’t posted much of what I’ve written lately. It sometimes feels self-indulgent; ‘oversharing’ is the word these days. Something’s changed in... Read More
Cara’s voice
I’ve been wanting to write something like this for ages. But kept putting it off. An extra impetus came along when someone... Read More
Meaning for two
(photo by Rickydavid) Mary’s death has forced me to look into the mirror. Forced me to think more deeply about who I... Read More
A landscape of grief, or, everyone’s grief is different (duh)
CC Image: 'In the Shade...' by Rajesh, on Flickr I was contemplating the statement “everyone’s grief is different”. I hear this with... Read More
What scares me
It’s not that Mary’s death was a wake-up call. I don’t feel like I see life as being any more ephemeral. It’s... Read More
Doing grief… maybe
I am in grief… I feel grief… I am doing grief… I thought about these three sentences after reading an article on thoughts, emotions... Read More
Grief future, past and present
I had a real aha moment this week. A lightbulb flashed on in my head and I wondered how I’d ever managed... Read More