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Dear Rocky, my brother, my friend, Today is Valentine’s Day. For some, this holiday means sinking teeth into truffles  and chocolate-covered strawberries, inhaling the scent of red roses,  and popping corks on fine champagne.   For others, it’s an arrow through the heart that bleeds and aches from past hurts under a cloud of “aloneness.” … Continue reading A Valentine Letter →

Last Valentine’s—that  rose-scented, chocolate-infused day, God reached a hand down,  scooped my brother’s soul into his Godly palm without asking if we were ready, if Rocky was ready, to transition from this world into the next. He was plucked from our lives without any warning at all, leaving a jagged hole in our wholeness, sending … Continue reading What No One Ever Told Me →

One sleepless night, I tiptoed down the stairs, slipped outside and stared up at the low-hanging moon, so close to me it looked as if it had been pinned against the black canvas with a thumbtack. I reached out a hand to snatch if from the sky, tuck it inside my heart, feel its warm … Continue reading Beauty in the Pain →

On a quiet, windless afternoon in early July, I sat myself down to write about anything other than the horrid grieving process topic, and the river of memories that ripple through me in the waking hours. I inhaled a few fat breaths, prayed to the angels, and the guides, and God, and my brother to … Continue reading The Cardinal’s Message →

The Blogging Tour Continues.....

Writers Write. Writers want people to read their work. Writers are humbled when readers like what they write. AND writers support each other or at least I personally think it's the "right" thing to do. Several weeks ago I was invited to join a “writing process” blog tour by Kelly Byrne to do just thatSUPPORT talented … Continue reading The Blogging Tour Continues…. →

I’ve asked myself in those quiet moments, WHO am I now? who AM I now? Who am I NOW? Each time I ask the question, stress a different word, it leads me back to more questions. A sister with one less brother? A daughter whose parents feel as if they’ve driven into a concrete wall? … Continue reading I Can’t Find What’s Not Lost →