Oh, 2018: Words can do you no justice, and yet still I try! What started as an astoundingly dismal, uncertain year quickly blossomed into the greatest love…… Read more “Cheers to 2018: Year of the Dog and Love”
Grief groups don’t really cover complicated relationships full of unmet expectations. When my mother died, I went to a group full of sobbing people who dearly loved…… Read more “On Complicated, Angry Grief”
Today, I wish myself the happiest anniversary of serendipity and following my heart. John Greenleaf Whittier, you, sir, are a pessimist: No gladder words of tongue or pen than these: what was, what is, and what is still to come.
For a single night, I was part of an eighties rockband in 2013; we performed at ERA’s Battle of the Bands. I will never be this cool…… Read more “We Are WARRIORS: Eagle Ridge”