Poetry Friday: “Lament”

What do you do with a lifetime’s worth of possessions when the person who owned them is gone? It is normal within grief to keep everything, to give everything away, and anything in between. Physical reminders of a loved one can bring back happy memories; they can also provoke pain. In the end, things areContinue reading “Poetry Friday: “Lament””

Hidden in My Heart

As a child, I attended a small Christian school where weekly Bible memory verses were part of the curriculum. During my school years, I memorized hundreds of verses, all in the lyrical King James Version. Each year, memory verse assignments became increasingly long, so that by the time I was a senior in high school,Continue reading “Hidden in My Heart”

What’s in a Name?

Recently, I gave a presentation at my children’s school. Many students know that my two children who attend there lost their father last summer. They are aware that our family doesn’t look like theirs. It is always a relief to enter a group of people with whom I don’t need to explain the complexities ofContinue reading “What’s in a Name?”

What Doesn’t Kill You

In August 2001, three months after Rob and I met, we were mugged at gunpoint in an apartment complex parking lot in Dallas. We’d driven in that evening, the last leg of our trip moving me from New Hampshire to graduate school in Texas. Before we met my new roommates, Rob and I ran downContinue reading “What Doesn’t Kill You”

Poetry Friday: “The Bench”

All of my life I’ve loved poetry. I memorized it throughout my childhood and college years for competitions. For seven years I taught public speaking at a Christian college in the Midwest, and I coached intercollegiate competitive speech (forensics) there as well. The first gift Rob ever gave me was a book of Shakespeare’s sonnets.Continue reading “Poetry Friday: “The Bench””

Eight Months: We Will Feast and Weep No More

I stand before the dishwasher unloading, steam still rising from the clean dishes, when she sneaks up beside me. Wrapped in her worn little baby blanket, my golden haired pixie reaches to unload the plastic cups and bowls from the top row as the song switches on my Spotify playlist. She begins to sing along,Continue reading “Eight Months: We Will Feast and Weep No More”

The Day Before the Day He Died

“What would you do if you knew you’d die tomorrow?” I’ve thought about this question a lot these last eight months. The day before Rob died, the kids and I met him for lunch at a local pizza shop in our old neighborhood. Even though we were on vacation, Rob was working that day, andContinue reading “The Day Before the Day He Died”