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Word Walk of Shame
As I sat on my bed in a rare peaceful moment, looking out the window to the eucalyptus trees, the movie reel in my mind started to rewind. It hasn’t even been a year since we moved in and yet this room holds both Coura’s birth story and the hardest moments of my grief. I […]
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Love Through Loss
No one knows what to say. We don’t know what to say. No one can imagine. We can’t imagine either. New to death? So are we. While nothing can take away the pain or fill the void of a loss, so many thoughtful words, acts and gestures have helped us carry on to the next […]
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Me & Death: It’s Complicated
Some of my best memories with my dad were spent in his white New Balance sneakers and light-wash, loose-fit Levi’s jeans; hiking, walking, doing chores, working on school projects, soccer games or hanging Christmas lights. He was casual and simple, with an extraordinary capacity for unconditional love and random acts of goodness. My dad consistently […]
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The Summer of Life and Death
I’ve lived 31 years without knowing what grief is. I know about death. People die all the time. Just not people who are ingrained in my DNA, my every memory, my childhood, and my entire existence up to one moment. From one moment to the next, my life became unrecognizable. I’ve been propelled into an […]
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Altered Latitude 