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Continue reading “my book: your review?”Grief grabbed me again
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For the first few months after Sam’s death, I suffered stabbing headaches in and around my eyes.
“Narrow-angle glaucoma,” the ophthalmologist said. “Yours is the worst I’ve seen.”
I wondered if the pain was from not crying. I didn’t ask. The question sounded ridiculous in my head: My son, he’s gone, and it hurts when I cry, so I wonder, did this happen, this buildup—of tears?—because I’ve been stopping myself from crying? Suppressing grief, like pruning branches, I’ve learned, only causes it to mushroom.
(an excerpt from Willower: Rewriting Life After Unimaginable Loss: Chapter 8. Grieving)
It’s been over eighteen years since my little boy died. So I wasn’t expecting this.
Continue reading “Grief grabbed me again”life lessons my mother sent me
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this newspaper clipping
A FEW DAYS AGO, I mentioned I was tackling the huge project of scanning (digitizing) all my photos (and other mementos), and backing them up box by box. Well…
Continue reading “life lessons my mother sent me”saving the past: scanning photos and memories
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For months now, I haven’t felt like blogging. I write every day. Privately. Nothing I feel like sharing or showing to anyone.
Continue reading “saving the past: scanning photos and memories”here, still
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Sam,
I’m still here.
I’m still counting moons: 223 since you’ve been gone. Eighteen years—two of your lifetimes! How can this be?
Too much time has passed, I know, for me to hope you might still one morning come padding out of your bedroom, smiling at me as if nothing happened.
Continue reading “here, still”Another birthday
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Morning. I am here, sitting outside meditating, eyes closed, feeling the sun on my face, rising. Imagining, for a few minutes, that it’s him shining on me, in me.
It’s your birthday today, sweet son of mine.
Continue reading “Another birthday”Discover the Art That Speaks to Your Heart
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the heart wants art
I didn’t know that the Mona Lisa painting became popular after it was stolen. Talk about absence making the heart grow fonder!
We often don’t realize the impact art can have on our hearts.
Art, in any form, can guide and motivate and inspire us.
So . . .
What art inspires you?
What speaks to your heart?
Continue reading “Discover the Art That Speaks to Your Heart”what to do with those sad gone thoughts: write
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longing for those who are gone
JANUARY 28, twelve years ago today, was the day Rebecca decided would be her last. And I’m missing her, my longtime and loving friend.
A few years back, I wrote this. This morning, while thinking about what day it is, I read it again, grateful to have written about and to her.
Continue reading “what to do with those sad gone thoughts: write”remembering my dad
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(👆In the photo: my father and me heading into my grandmother’s house in Miami, circa 1967.)
in the safe gray zone
He died seventeen years ago today. And, as Forrest Gump said, “That’s all I have to say about that.”
I don’t feel sad or wistful. I’m like a wheat field, waves of beige sameness. Neutral, undisturbed, bending with the wind.
Continue reading “remembering my dad”start journaling and strengthen your writing muscles
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“You don’t have to be a writer to be a journaler, but journal keeping will make you a writer anyway.”
— Robert Moss
what is journal writing?
Continue reading “start journaling and strengthen your writing muscles”from drafts to done: building a habit of finishing your writing
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What we practice becomes permanent.
– Gabriela Pereira, author, speaker, and founder of DIYMFA.com
Ouch. That line pinched me in the arm the other day when I was listening to DIYMFA podcast, episode 470, Draft Zero.
Continue reading “from drafts to done: building a habit of finishing your writing”
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