Hello, Everyone! And Welcome New Subscribers!! It's the end of the week, two days past June 14th, the day forever etched in my mind. Only in 2019 it wasn't a Wednesday at all. It was a Friday, the end of a not-too-easy week tinged with hurt feelings from yet another chink in the armor of … Continue reading Anniversaries, T-shirts and Long Journeys North
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4 Long Years, 4 Short Weeks to go…
It's been 4 long years since Josiah was killed on his way to see Dead & Co at the Gorge in Washington State. In 4 short weeks, I will be going there to complete his journey for him.
One Wild and Precious Life
May has been quite a whirlwind. Two 50th birthdays in the house. A celebratory trip to Colorado, just the two of us. Brian’s daughter returning from her home in Europe with both grandbabies in tow. Interest from an agent. A dismissal from another. Maybe the biggest of the news is that I finally found the … Continue reading One Wild and Precious Life
Grief is Love’s Final Goodbye
Originally written May 24th, 2020, two full months into the pandemic. What an interesting and foreign time that was for all of us. I am so glad these pieces were written. They take me back to a place in time and show me how far I've come My thoughts to those who suggest I move … Continue reading Grief is Love’s Final Goodbye
Cancel Culture in a World of Violent Crime
Dressing the grave. My sister took this photo of me in August 2020. Josiah's remains were found in this spot 2 1/2 weeks earlier. Photo credit: Kathryn Hilderbrand It’s difficult with everything going on in the world to know exactly where I fit, to know where my son’s murder fits, in the grand scheme of … Continue reading Cancel Culture in a World of Violent Crime
Resurrection
Dogs barking, birds singing, sun shining—all calling me to the great outdoors. I’m stuck inside—safe within the walls of my home, sifting through photos, trying to pick up the pieces of a shattered life from the floor. Thoughts of resurrection and memories of a life gone by. Chapters closed. A hard bound book finished and … Continue reading Resurrection
Write to Justice?
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?
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.
Remember the Birds 