It has almost been 6 months since Mom died. For the most part, I feel I am coping well. On the outside there are no visible wounds. On the inside, there is something...something I can't quite seem to reconcile. It's... Continue Reading →
I am the youngest of a blended family. Both of my parents were divorced prior to marrying each other. And each of them had children. My mother, who thought she could not bear children, adopted my brother when he was... Continue Reading →
Over the last few posts, I have spent a lot of time on my parents and the struggles with "parenting" them. But don't forget...I am also the single parent to three children. Each one is different...very different. My oldest is... Continue Reading →
There are five stages of grief. In the past I worked for hospice and I often found myself teaching classes about grief. I know this all too well. Stage 1-Denial (No this isn't happening to me. No. No. No. This didn't just... Continue Reading →
Today is the first day I have had an opportunity to breathe...to come up to the surface for air. I left off at Mom's passing, but there is so much more I want to share about the experience. Mom took... Continue Reading →
Out of Tune, Right on Point 