It is furiously windy today, and I have this poem (which I included in The Grief Handbook, and said at my mom’s cremation) running through…
It is furiously windy today, and I have this poem (which I included in The Grief Handbook, and said at my mom’s cremation) running through…
A night away from the kids. Are there six more magical words for parents of young kids? I think not. In fact, I think I’ve…
My four-year-old took my picture (“Mom, do your nice face!”) and I kind of love it. I think it’s so interesting how photos reflect the…
A trio of slices of joy! The week started so sad that I thought I was settling in for a long haul of grief ahead…
A couple of friends have sent this to me recently, and it’s so true… I wish I knew who to credit, any idea? The last…
I know that social media is the devil, but I have to tell you that I have found great joy on Instagram… It’s a space to inhale, and exhale. An intentional pause.
I spent the morning gardening on my own, which is pretty much the best way to spend a morning, in my opinion… I love gardening…
The year before my mom died, she made me a pair of winter pyjamas. She was an amazing seamstress, and made me many beautiful clothes…
Let’s talk about collaboration, and how powerful – and scary! – it can be. To be honest, I’ve always been more of a ‘hide away…
I woke up this morning in a pool of sadness. Not an ocean – for which I am grateful, I know what that feels like…