Category: Grief
The Puppy Who Saved Me
Getting a puppy is a big step. For anyone. Getting Kallie was an even bigger step for me. Because bringing her into my life was the first big step I took toward moving forward after Ken’s death. The... Read More
In the Groove
The older I get, the harder it is to mourn a life I didn’t have. -Me, today June 1, 2011 was also a Wednesday. I wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t checked the calendar just now. As I s... Read More
In the Beginning…
As someone who spends a lot of time in front of his computer, I was so pleasantly surprised to run across some really old pre-iPhone pix I snapped of Ken and me. The one above is dated 28 days after w... Read More
Lost and Found
Dear Ken, I’ve thought about this day for a long time: what would feel like to have lost you for as long as I had you—just 10 years. How much would it hurt? And what would it mean? Anything? Every... Read More
A Tale of Two Condos
It was a cold, rainy October night in 2014. I was snuggled up on my sofa in front of the fire–probably drinking wine–when there was a knock at my door. I had only lived there since January... Read More
A St. Patty’s Day Anniversary
2021 seems to be the place where 2020 stored its momentum while it was having a nervous breakdown. Given the shit show of 2020, I’m pleasantly (and unpleasantly) surprised to see we’re act... Read More
A Decade of the Xanax Diary
I was shocked to realize the 10th anniversary of this blog was approaching. Though I’d long anticipated having a blog for years, the idea of this one turning 10 fell off my radar. Not surprising tho... Read More