A quiet place to say the things loss leaves behind. These pieces are about living in the aftermath, holding the memories, and learning to move through days that changed you.
Love was present in my children’s lives. It was spoken, written, and returned. And still, they suffered. This is what I have come to understand about responsibility, care, and the limits of love.
When Love Isn’t Enough Read Post »
People often reach for comforting phrases after loss, but some words never quite land. This essay explores why language like “a better place” or “at peace” can miss where grief actually lives, and what remains when absence cannot be softened.
Why Certain Words Don’t Reach Grief Read Post »
An essay honoring living children who grieve siblings differently after loss, and the quiet ways families continue to live inside fracture.
The Children Who Stayed: Sibling Grief After Loss Read Post »
Life does not pause after profound loss. Work continues. Relationships persist. Ordinary demands remain. This essay observes what it means to keep moving inside grief, without pretending, resolving, or turning survival into strength.
Life Keeps Moving Without Pretending Read Post »
Continuing is survival. Living forward requires orientation. After loss, the difference between the two matters more than we’re taught to recognize.
The Difference Between Continuing and Living Forward Read Post »
Stability after loss isn’t something you reach. It’s something you negotiate, adjust to, and practice within changed conditions. What once defined steadiness is no longer enough.
Stability Is Not a Destination Read Post »
People often don’t know what to say to someone who is grieving. It’s not because they don’t care. It’s because language fails when meaning itself has changed.
Grief Is Not a Communication Problem Read Post »
Some days don’t ask for meaning or depth.
They ask for quiet.
For noticing what’s still here, without turning it into a lesson.
What I’m Letting Be Enough Right Now Read Post »
Loss didn’t erase what my children gave me. Some gifts are tangible. Others are harder to name. All of them still matter, and they are still shaping the life that continues.
Gifts That Weren’t Wrapped Read Post »
Christmas arrives whether or not it still fits. A reflection on being present without performing the day, and allowing meaning to loosen without trying to replace it.
Christmas, Without the Shape It Used to Have Read Post »
