Grief has layers. People don’t always realize that. It shows up with casseroles and pity-laced texts, then leaves when it gets uncomfortable. But grief, the real kind, the kind that’s feral and unforgiving — that grief stays. It stains everything, including the quietest corners of the house. It even …
Continue reading When the Tail Stops Wagging: Grief and the Ones Left Behind
Do you ever wonder if people are just tired of hearing from you? That’s been on my mind lately—more than I expected. Ever since the fertilizer hit the ventilator, I’ve had a friend tell me, “You say too much.” And maybe I do. Maybe the resurrection of this blog …
Continue reading Screaming Into the Void (And Listening for the Echo)
Remember, I told you this blog would be a wild ride. Today, I'm veering back into the present—away from the epistles on oversight and regulation I’ve been steeped in lately—to talk about something stranger than fiction: the kinds of conversations you have when you’re a widow. Not long after he passed, I was asked …
Okay, back to a little bit of personal growth and the things that have happened since this blog was a regular thing back in 2020. I’ve spoken before about the loss of my husband. There are times I discount the relationship we had—not because it didn’t matter, but …
Continue reading “The Road Back: Regret, Recovery, and Redefining the Circle”
