Coping at Christmas time

If I'm not careful, I become a grinch at Christmas time. My emotions can get the better of me. I support myself and the kids using several strategies and traditions so that despite our loss we feel connected, loved, grateful and cheerful throughout the lead up to Christmas and on the day itself. 

Bittersweet Birthdays

What to do on a day assigned to joy and celebration when you feel darkness creeping in and wrapping it’s tentacles around your heart? This was my dilemma yesterday. It was my son’s tenth birthday. I wanted to feel nothing but happiness but a lot has happened in the first decade of his life. It has been... Continue Reading →

Way Better than Okay

I experienced time travel yesterday. It was intense and life affirming. It happened while I was attending a reunion morning tea at the pre-school my son last attended in 2012.  The same year that my late husband died from brain cancer.  My son was four and half years old and his sister was three. Now... Continue Reading →

It takes a village to raise a child

I carry a tight bundle of questions and concerns about raising my young children without their late father. All the worries have spun into knots held deep within. In the past few weeks I have felt some of the knots loosen and unravel. Yet again, I have been overcome with relief as different people have... Continue Reading →

Insightful Dreams

What do you do when dreams bring to light some of your thoughts and questions from your subconscious? Since my late husband died, I have had several confronting, poignant dreams that have prompted me to face truths and emotions. One particularly unsettling dream occurred several times. This is what happened.   My recurring dream  My... Continue Reading →

Father’s Day – Blessings to all those who will be brave

I am proud of my 8 year old daughter. Yesterday she was brave. In the face of loss and grief she chose love, kindness, creativity, compassion and gratitude. She lost her father five years ago to brain cancer when she was just three years old. Her grandfather (my father) died from Alzheimers disease three months... Continue Reading →

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