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Category Archives: Mourning into Joy
Artist’s StatementWe drove across the country and I shot a roll of film, and the photos were all a mess. Light leaks or maybe myView full post » 
cut back to barely nothingBefore a year had passed, we moved from the house you died in . Or maybe you died while I stood in the streetView full post » 
5 years missing himIt has been another year living this life where losing a child is reality. There was a time when I didn’t knowView full post » 
Made of Mud“I am a mother of three boys so I spend much time with mud. I have become convinced they knowView full post » 
VIGIL“How do we learn to see in the dark? It begins with a vow of watchfulness. By standing still – weView full post » 
Four Years Missing HimI need for him to still carry weight four years after he left this earth. I long to look at him, to holdView full post » 
A MiracleThe words come first this time. I did not love my husband. I toyed with the wording inside my mind, trying toView full post » 
when the drugs wear offI remember easing into the car three times. My insides ripped raw, a new baby cradled next to me. I remember floatingView full post » 
the Melody in the ChaosI had a disappointing week. After hard work and recent days filled with unexpected joys and pleasant surprises, thisView full post » 
“write hard and clear about what hurts”I am writing these words to hold onto. Crafting them like a lifeboat, to carry me Pen to paper I write them intoView full post » 
three years missing himI have been walking the edge of darkness, staring into the abyss doubt grows heavy and I am afraid Afraid there mightView full post » 
Joshua TreeWe finally made a pilgrimage to Joshua Tree. We left this world and entered another – that I think knows of theView full post » 
Our Sweat and TearsThe sea tastes of our sweat and our tears. A deep, salty taste reaching down to all we are and can not be. View full post » 
Two Years in the MorningI wake by the sea, snug in my bed, a little blond babe wrapped round me. Him snuggled up close, breathing soft. WakeView full post » 
HomeI often write when things weigh too heavy on my shoulders to carry anymore. I lift the weight away by writing itView full post » 
Mother to potted plants and a baby flown away . . .I am a mother to potted plants and a baby flown away. Children grown in pots, filledView full post » 
Shadows and RegretsI used to pound it out, all the fear. One shoe in front of another, running through the mistyView full post » 
Dry Bones DancingI don’t know if this will make much sense, but I have to get it out, put it down in words – this is a bitView full post » 
Not Enough Love to GiveI don’t have enough love to give him and still he gives me more. my little bear He was my baby allie,View full post » 
We the Grateful . 6These surfers said they were grateful . . . Infectious joy and gratitude spilling all over the place. That’sView full post » 
Dancing RainbowI hoped I had heard the promise. I needed a rainbow. Searched the heavens for it but couldn’t actually seeView full post » 
When Love Looks FadedWe will be ten years this summer and the day of hearts and love is now upon us. I can’t untangle it all. IView full post » 
I Really Hate HalloweenI really hate Halloween. Yes I have said it. I hate the taunting of and reveling in all that is dark. I hate walkingView full post » |
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