Showing posts from 2015

The New Year: A letter to Ethan

Wake me up when December ends

But I do have identity

In all circumstances

August Sixteenth

I miss him too

Learning to Walk Again


One in a Million

Three Camps: Understanding your grief support network

You are not forgotten

27 years in 27 days

I Have a Son

Grief and joy

Tiny hands leaving a big handprint

A letter to Ethan