When the Anticipation of Anticipatory Grief is Gone
There comes a time when all that you’ve been anticipating finally comes to pass…
When Grief Comes to Visit
I’ve always struggled with hospitality. Not hospitality, itself, actually, but the prospective judgment of letting someone ‘in’…
Grief is a Hole
Not a pothole that makes the car jump when you graze is edges, but a sink hole that has swallowed everything you knew into itself…
Unicorns and Zebras
I’m a unicorn because my mom was a zebra.
Mom was diagnosed with Neuroendocrine Tumors (NETs) formerly known as Carcinoid Cancer. The NET community adopted the zebra as their mascot…