The Gifts of Grief

Through time and experience, I’ve learned this: they are not ours to keep. They are butterflies awaiting their final flight. We love them for where they are at, but when the butterfly flies, we cannot contain them.

So you’ve experienced trauma; what’s next

Since a recent post where I’ve divulged a bit of a childhood accident and the ensuing confusion that resulted, I’ve been thinking of all the unsaid things that could be shared. A writer is hopeful that the readers will be able to fill in the cognitive gaps between what is written and the reader’s level [...]