broken things | grief | Loss
They say, “Time heals all wounds.” But it doesn’t.
Why does grief continue to get harder? When will I ever feel better? If you’re honest, you’ve wondered the same…
grief
broken things | grief | Loss
Til Death Do Us Part: Why I’m Going to the Junkyard to Celebrate my Anniversary
I was hug deprived BEFORE the church emails us to elbow bump. And now, the governor has asked that no…
broken things | grief | Home | Loss
Farewells at Fontenelle Forest:
We came to the one place we knew wouldn’t change without us. Just to feel something familiar. Just to feel…
broken things | grief | Loss | Poetry | Prayer
Hold Me On the Carpet Here
At the altar Wednesday, Julie held me. At the altar Thursday, Grandpa Gary cradled me on one side and Carrie…
The God Who Holds Me
I’ve wanted to write you a thousand times. I’ve been writing a ton for you, actually, but haven’t yet shared….
broken things | grief | Loss | Poetry
Who Can Hold Me?
Art is conversation. It’s one heart speaking back to another. Please enter in with me today with open arms. Allow…