The Girl with the Grief Ribbon
My grief feels like those terrible “waist trainer” girdles celebrity women wear. It wraps around you, hugging and tightening and squeezing your breath away, and you have no choice. It is also a terrible replacement for your person.
Finding the Edge
Watching surfing, I’ve found many metaphors for life with stage 4 cancer and loss
Grief Bombs
Almost two years since Daryl’s death and nine months since my mom died, I’m wondering how to have a new relationship with and to them?