Checking In
The last few days, I could tell my grief was calling me again. Like I hadn’t checked in with it enough lately. I’ve been so busy with work, I could sense a little drifting. And ...
I’ve been very anxious the past week or so, and at first I couldn’t really put my finger on why. I’m sure part of it was dealing with the estate administration process over the past ...
Maya was born on March 11, 1971 in Nashville, TN. (I was born exactly 15 months later in the same city.) Based on my birth certificate, I think we were both born at then-named Hubbard ...
I Feel Empty Lost Forsaken Little and young, restless We were a family, a nucleus, now we sparkle alone I didn’t think I’d want to understand, but I do You left. All of you have ...
She said, “Can we go to the beach?” I hadn’t realized it at the time, but a picture I recently shared of my sister and me was of a time we went to the beach ...
This is National Suicide Prevention Week and YESTERDAY was 12 weeks since Maya died by suicide. I didn’t realize how much I was hurting subconsciously, but Fridays are always a bit different now since we ...
A friend #CheckedIn with me last week, during which I shared this description of what my family life was like growing up: Brilliant and Broken. You see, Dad was a doctor. Mom was an opera ...
