child bereavement
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How I spent my life.
Right now, stories about Nick Reiner are everywhere—news articles, podcasts, comment sections filled with certainty. Watching them has shaken me more than I expected. They have pulled me back into a place I know too well. Parents argue online about what Rob and Michele Reiner should have done differently, as if love were a lever… Continue reading
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The trouble with religion.
I am usually quite private about my faith, because I’m either scoffed at or proselytized to. I don’t like either. I just like the relationship I have personally with a God of my understanding. He gets me through tough days, existential crises, and fascist regimes. I hope you have something that helps you, too. Continue reading
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Working title.
“Writer” isn’t a job title; it’s an identity. Continue reading
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So many goodbyes.
Tomorrow I will travel to the coast to support my friend and her family as they say goodbye to their eldest child, another life lost to overdose death, the second in their family. This is the same way I lost my daughter, and I know intimately how bloody hard it is to deal with not Continue reading
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This damned season.
The loss of a dear friend has gutted me. He was one of the only people who understand the deep wound left by the loss of my daughter, because he lost his son the same way. Continue reading
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Music healed me.
Music healed me, and I will never forget the experiences I had with the Frederick Rock School in Maryland. Continue reading
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Mothers and Daughters.
The steel cord of the tie between mothers and daughters is the bond that lasts forever. Continue reading
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To the bereaved mother.
Be kind this and every season. And remember a child who is gone. Continue reading
About Me
A writer and solitary soul in the mountains of Western North Carolina.
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