Monthly Archives: March 2015

We started to see a grief counselor. When we settled into her office the first time, she opened by stating, “Grief is a marathon. It’s not a sprint. In most cases it’s an ultra-marathon that could last for 30 years. … Continue reading →

Every second of every day someone is born and someone dies. Every so often you read the exact numbers, but that’s more or less the case. In the kitchen, I pour my morning coffee as the television newscaster delivers the … Continue reading →

There is a spot in the cranium where the soul enters and leaves the body, or so I was told recently. 35 years ago, long before I knew about the spot in the cranium, I saw my mother’s soul leave … Continue reading →

Many errands to do today. My car is dirty, so before I set out, I decide to wash it. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I want to lie down in the driveway and sob. Another blindside. I’ve been hit with a … Continue reading →