A friend had told me about it: Our House. A grief support group where people gather to speak of their losses, to share their grief. Last night was my first meeting. I looked around the group, women and men from different walks of life, all gathered together linked by this common denominator. The room was silent, there
I’ve started gorging on food, To full and beyond. Eat and stuff, eat and stuff. Chicken and bread and cheese and peanut butter. Seeking to fill the void. But not just the void, the Other. Going back to the refrigerator again and again. Devouring seconds and thirds. Shoveling mouthfuls of rice while
The Energy of Things This piece has been a while coming as I’ve looked about our home deciding what on earth to do with all of Mike’s things. “There is no rush, take your time. Things have energy and you will know when it is time.” This was the wisdom of Ziri Rideaux, the fabulous
What is the jumping point for this writing? Where do I begin? You are joining me mid-chapter. So perhaps I need to bring you up to date. On May 8, my husband Mike went in for a simple surgery. Two and a half hours and a thousand sorries later, they told me he was gone.