The Weight of Knowing

My grandma came home today. One year, three months, and six days after I sat by her side as she took her last breath, she arrived at my door by courier, packaged in a shoe-sized box neatly and respectfully wrapped in brown kraft-paper. Four hundred sixty-three days since she died under a full moon early…

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Message Received

As originally published for The Convenings on 8/17/18   “I heard my mother talking to me yesterday,” a client recently told me. “I was half asleep and I had just been talking about her, so it was probably nothing. I’m sure it was just a dream,” her tone quieted in the telling and her brow…

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The Playfulness of the Unknown

As originally published for The Convenings on 7/23/18 The other night, while enjoying dinner with my dad and bonus mom on the deck sweetly nestled in the treetops of the woods behind our house, we chatted about our dogs and the grief of outliving them when our love together runs so deep. As the stories…

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