Grief Witness

Grief has been my companion for 21 years since my mother died on January 14th, 2013.

Am I not worthy How can it be that I am not as lovable as the next guy or a flower, a bird or a neighborly dog?

tidy soul box

tiny presents make themselves known

Below the surface it is a hoarder’s den of things I do not say, and things I try to keep myself from feeling.

As I settle into life after my father’s death, I realized I have become a connoisseur of the flavors of anger as they swirl like a bitter…