“Hope” is the thing with feathers –  That perches in the soul – That sings the tune without words – And never stops – at

  We have begun our first revolution around the sun without Emily in it. One of the things I don’t want is to fixate on

  I slept through the night! I had a shower! It’s not even nine am and I am drinking coffee, watching it snow outside! Oh,

  There is a level of guilt that I had been experiencing that if I was not thinking of Emily often enough or with enough

  In, out Deep, slow Ease, flow Relax, release These are the words I have adapted from Thich Nich Hanh’s book, How to Live When a

  It’s been a few days since writing and I haven’t really had any private moments in between travels and family over the last few

  It’s been a month now. A month today. This is not something I want to dwell on, but as I see the date –

  Yesterday evening was excruciating. I mourned from the very depths of me, yet couldn’t make a sound. It was a dry vomit of emotion,

When I came home from therapy and picking up Charlotte at the Skytrain station from her own counseling session, Don greeted us at our little

As we creep toward Christmas, I have no wish for Michael Buble or anyone’s greatest holiday hits, but I do think that some boys’ choir

Last week I was video chatting with my bestie, Claire, commiserating and compassionating (new word I’ve just coined). Not surprisingly, we two English teachers, with

Because we have bereavement leave on top of holidays and then a bit of extra yet, we have until mid-February to grieve and heal here

Though she is always whispering through our hearts and minds, some days we say her name often and other days, we do not. I know

The sun is shining for what feels like the first time since we’ve arrived in Vancouver. I’m sitting in the sofa in this old-lady living

How it is that grief troops on, in heavy boots through untrodden, mucky paths with no clear endpoint? Ah, the battle metaphor emerges. My brain