Can we use words to heal? Beyond the wanting of accountability from others but through the telling of our own stories? Is it a thing? Is it a way for justice to finally be served?
Author: Remember the Birds
The Absence of Color
The writing below is dated March 4, 2020. I was in the disparaging depths of traumatic grief and its close cousin, PTSD. I remember that desperation, the idea of it anyways, but am grateful to say that I am not there anymore. I still suffer the lingering effects of both--the PTSD and panic disorder sometimes … Continue reading The Absence of Color
Pearly White Teeth.
As I continue to plug along with the writing of the book, Remember the Birds, I come across content first shared on my Facebook page. At that time, it was a way to get the feelings out of my body before they turned to rancor. Although there were people in my life who gave me … Continue reading Pearly White Teeth.
Happy Birthday, Josiah. I love you.
I began writing this post yesterday, but had a hard time sticking with it. I had to make a cake instead. I mean I wanted to make Josiah a cake, but I'd be lying if I told you that there isn't some part of me that still wants to run for the hills when I … Continue reading Happy Birthday, Josiah. I love you.
100 Different Answers
Josiah in the White Mountains of Maine on an Outward Bound Trip, 2009, ten years before he was killed. I came across a Facebook post the other day from early 2020, just 6 months after Josiah was murdered and while his body was still missing. In it, I said something to the effect of, "You … Continue reading 100 Different Answers
Taking a Break from Weaving
"Cenotes" Prayer Shawl ~ I am taking a break from my weaving (gasp!) for a yet-to-be-determined length of time, but have one last prayer shawl to offer. Working on my memoir (with the working title of Remember the Birds) is taking precedence over all else and there is little time outside of work and life … Continue reading Taking a Break from Weaving
Four Corners
Originally written July 18, 2020 I had to be reminded by my therapist yesterday that my son died from a senseless, violent crime. As in, what I was telling her negated that very loud, inarguable fact. I had conveniently slipped into regret and shame -- reworking my way through my past, his past, our lives … Continue reading Four Corners
What I Didn’t Write to Close Out the Year
Here we are, just four days into the New Year and I am already looking back on last year, or was it just last week? It was Friday, the 30th, just one day away from the last day of the year, yet another whole year without my son and the last year that my mother … Continue reading What I Didn’t Write to Close Out the Year
Hello to my Subscribers… As I say Goodbye to 2022
Well, as much as I don’t believe in resolutions, I do think today calls for reflection and gratitude. It’s hard to believe how much has transpired, as this past year seemed to whip by. This time last year, I had a blog that I hadn’t posted to in a solid 5 years, my mom was … Continue reading Hello to my Subscribers… As I say Goodbye to 2022
Serendipity
It’s December again, the time to come together with people we care about and inevitably, be reminded of those we have lost. I am learning to somehow make it through the holidays, only sometimes I am doing it on my knees. I made plans early in the year to attend my dad and stepmom’s annual … Continue reading Serendipity
Remember the Birds 