In the midst of our grief, remember the life that was lived. And the life that was loved.

I couldn’t tell you what month it was, but there were daffodils, so it must have been spring. A few weeks after Alex died, I suppose.

We feel great sadness at various times in our lives--illness, loss of a job, financial problems, death, and so on...

Rather than false promises of ease and comfort, the stations of the cross direct us to the hope that comes from walking the way of suffering

God, we are heartbroken in the face of so much grief. What could we possibly call blessed?

"Mom, staying in bed is dangerous too. I'd rather take some risks than die of depression. At least if I die on the river I will have lived."

Originally posted Nov. 16, 2021. Out of nowhere, the familiar (but not always welcome) warm tears began to cascade down my face.

Seven years. Seven years later and I still don’t know whether I should be calling next weekend Ezra’s birthday or his death anniversary.

People say that grief comes in waves… sometimes you feel fine and others not.

Faith endures, but my address to God is uncomfortably, perplexingly, altered. I must explore The Lament as a mode for my address to God.

So many unanswered questions I had brought along with me. The foremost question I had was, “How does a mother heal after losing a child?”

A comforting poem.

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

Out of unspeakable grief and long hours of prayer, something healing for others took place.

I still miss Michael and grieve his loss. I don't think this ever leaves us. Yet, I did find meaning.

God, this. This is impossible. Hold me by the edges for I am coming apart.

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."

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.

We grieve differently--and that is okay.

For the average Joe, Josephine, or Jo Jo, it can be a difficult and challenging endeavor to sit down, settle in, and enter the quiet...