
Wander with Grief
My most intense grief occurred in a hotel room in a city far from home. When we arrived in Portland Continue reading
My most intense grief occurred in a hotel room in a city far from home. When we arrived in Portland Continue reading
WHEN we arrived at the morgue, in a rental car, navigating via Google maps to a suburban neighborhood of Portland, Continue reading
When a wife loses her husband, we use the word “widow” to describe her new identity in the world. But Continue reading
It’s dark and I’m lonely and I’m feeling desperate to hear my son’s voice. Searching for answers, I turn to Continue reading
In July 2016, as my mom’s health was failing and we were coming to recognize the reality of her impending Continue reading
Sitting in the magic circle, as people have done since time immemorial, we conjured him up– he is ʻoka manamana, Continue reading
One year ago, the term “opiod crisis” was something I had never heard of. One year ago, I did not Continue reading
It’s been six months since Roger died and the shock has finally worn off. What has the experience been like? Continue reading