Scooping Things Up
I just returned from an adventure to the Everglades National Park with one of my high school buddies. He and I go way back. When we were sixteen and first got our driver’s licenses, $1.20 would buy me two gallons…
I just returned from an adventure to the Everglades National Park with one of my high school buddies. He and I go way back. When we were sixteen and first got our driver’s licenses, $1.20 would buy me two gallons…
My journey surviving a stigmatized loss started seven and a half years ago when my eldest child died by suicide. Katrina was 21 years old and about to graduate from college. It has been an emotional roller coaster of grief…
I saw you take your first breath and I watched you take your last. You were only 17 months old, Luke when you died from cancer. I am grateful that I got to share this journey with you. We were…
How do you live with the unlivable? Learning to live with the death of a child is a lifelong process, one that involves many pitfalls, detours, and, if we’re open to them, blue skies. For me, a filmmaker, that process…
Twenty-two years of grief changes a lot of things. I am a new person every day. I never expected to survive my daughter’s death. For months after, I prayed to die. More than once, I considered taking my own life,…
The mind and body are intricately connected, which results in a physical response to our emotions, thoughts, and actions. Poor emotional health weakens the body’s immune system, making us more susceptible to minor illnesses, infections, such as colds and flu,…
First of all, I am deeply sorry about the loss of your child. I wish I did not know much about grief but I too have been in the trenches of gutting sorrow. I will share however that I have learned…
We followed a silver Mustang to New York on Friday. My mother and I. Traveling from my home farther south. The boys buckled tightly in the back. It had black stripes on the hood and the windows were too dark…
They told us at the conference that re-entry back into the world would be difficult, and they were right. Sometimes something would just stop me in my tracks and I never heard another word for the rest of the presentation,…
On Sept 1, 2002, I stood in the room at the hospital looking into the face of my daughter Denise and seeing only pain. I knew I was about to enter into the black hole. I felt the shooting sting…
