Three years ago I experienced the most primal grief of my life. Three years later it had turned into the gift that kept on giving. However, despite all the silver
Three years ago, I experienced a loss that tore the plaster off a wound I had been trying to heal for thirty years. Three years later, I was still struggling.
Those who know how vocal I am might find it difficult to believe that I have probably never spoken from a totally grounded place when I have been in conflict.
“I have to be perfect to be loved.” Were you the kid who got 99% in a test and worried about the one you got wrong?Are you sensitive to criticism
It is the first Father’s Day without Dad after his death three months ago, and I am spending the weekend with my stepmother. A time for continued reflection, healing, gratitude
Dad lasted a week in the rest home he was referred to. He died on Tuesday 2nd June, some time between 2-3am. Alone. My biggest fear. No one should die
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