Stories about The Friendship of Grief

Embrace Embarrassment

There’s a most specific moment in a recurring dream I have, a flash of an instant just before waking, where if I could I would rise from sleep and...

Hey Dad, You Were Not a Hassle.

"Children carry the weight of words, wearing them like a wardrobe. I didn't understand why so many words were barbed and jagged,  or what I had done to cause...

The Power of Scorched Earth

Today marks 18 years since my mom took her last breath on this earth. No matter what the day brings, there will be both the ache of her absence...

The Unlikely Friendship of Grief.

I used to think grief was something to get over or to get through. I've learned it's certainly not a thing to cling tightly to for too long, as...

When I am Brave in Death’s Shadow.

When was the last time you were brave? Not brave about what you do or what you believe, but brave about who you are?  Today, I need to speak...

When Contrails Slice the Blue.

Faith is the confidence that what we hope for will actually happen; it gives us assurance about things we cannot see. ~Hebrews 11:1 “The spring breeze? The one you...

Hey Dad, I Missed You.

It’s Father’s Day. For the longest time now, I’ve chosen not to look at it in the rearview mirror. It’s become a day of celebration for the three men...

Legacy. (a note to my mom)

If I survive, I will spend my whole life at the oven door seeing that no one is denied bread and, so as to give a lesson of charity,...

A note to my mom.

Hi mom. Wow, I love that word – “mom.” It’s just bursting with warmth and hugs and laughter and the smell of yummy things coming from the kitchen. That...