“Natalie is quickly slipping away.” I read this text on my phone as I sat in the boardroom at work, conducting a meeting with…
Seasons of Grief
binds my scar of ache
with an embrace of shade.
I pull it like a shroud
over my head to veil
“Tell me a story . . .
What kind of story, child?
A story with a happy ending.
There’s no such thing in all the world.
My mom died a year ago. I have been at many births, but this was my first hands-on experience with dying. It was just…
It started in late August when my dear friend Rick died. He’d been suffering with wickedly aggressive brain cancer. He also had Parkinson’s. In…