Love More, Judge Less
they did not tell me it would hurt like this no one warned me about the heartbreak we experience with friends where are the albums i thought there were no songs sung for it i could not find the ballads or read the books dedicated to writing the grief we fall into when friends leave
My Grandma. Here we are today. Saying good-bye. My heart is broken. And although I am grateful for all the time we had together, I know I will spend the rest of my life missing her.
If you or a loved one is suffering from problems with drugs, alcohols, gambling, depression, postpartum or anything else that ails the soul – please know there is help and there is hope. No one is alone, no matter how down they feel.
Recently Honey and I have been decluttering the basement in preparation for finishing it as another living space at some point in the future. We’ve made great strides with getting rid of all the stuff we just don’t need anymore. Something tells me that if we haven’t unpacked the box in the almost 3 years
Three years ago, in a somewhat symbolic manner, I put my husband Antonio to rest in order to welcome his female version, Tamara. I wrote a letter in an attempt to appreciate all that he had taught me, all that I had learned about myself and about love by being with him for 7 years.
My mother was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis (M.S.) at the age of 21, long before I came into being. For a time, mom was healthy. She could walk and work and dance. Oh my, how she ever loved to dance. To this day, when I dream of her, I dream of her dancing. Her MS was
Last week the post I wrote about my grandmother back in May was re-posted in her honor. She passed away several weeks ago. For as many times I have had to live through the tragedy of saying goodbye to a loved one, I never took the time to think about the etiquette involved for the people around the person
