Looking back, I think we were afraid of what we might discover. My world and focus had narrowed, and I was restless, unable to take a breath

A comforting poem.

Five things that I wish another grieving mom would have told me that first Thanksgiving.

I was at my wit's end attempting to get lasting relief from my grief. Thankfully, the retreat was much more than "more of the same."

I've got lots of stories, but do I share "the story" when I don't know if those present have experienced what I have?

When I was 12, I nearly drowned in the deep end of the wave pool. In my worst moments of grief, I'm back in those waves.

Inside was a grey blanket----silky, and so inviting to cuddle. I wrapped it around me and said, "Thank you for the early Mother's Day gift."

Over time, watching and listening to them talk about the roses was a secret joy. Where are they? Where are my roses? What are they up to?

I have been grieving the loss of my only son now for 12 years. It doesn't feel like that long.

A beautiful poem by Jan Richardson Let us agree for now that we will not say the breaking makes us stronger or that it is better to have...

I remember every critical thing I've ever said to her. I hurt her feelings so many times. I know I'm not the only one who wants a do-over.

The thing about the birthdate since my son died is that it's turned into a thing. Like a real "thing." Odd. Unsettling. I don't like it.

Lent isn't the same since my son died. Since then, every day is a little Lenten-ish. Day after day. It's not a bad thing. Just a real thing.

Rain can bring flowers. In a storm like the one on Kuai, it was more like a river of uncontrollable sobbing. I know both feelings.

We go through seasons of coldness, barrenness, and dread. The seasons come and go. But, for us it can be the winter of our own hearts.

I attended a Sacred Sorrows retreat for grieving mothers in 2022, and experienced God's grace, mercy and healing. Then came the treasures.

When the gray sky doesn't clear for days and days, it's easy to slip into melancholy. Then I can't help but think of my loss.

The new year begins, and the dreaded dates will come upon me again. The date of my daughter Sofia's birth, and the date of her death.

Enough with the questions already--not.

"The holidays" are not my favorite. I really never thought of Jesus as my friend but one song seemed tailor-made for me & others like me.