Farewell my dear Drew

My bestie Drew passed away January 8th peacefully in her favorite spot, the living room. next to the curtains where she would watch and make sure no intruder trespassed without her permission. Even at 14 years old she was there looking out for us. When I was deprived of Sparky, after my separation, I found […]

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The problem with death is not dying

The problem with death is not dying. The problem is for the living, for those left behind who become orphaned and grieving for that chunk of self that has been ripped away. Dying is easy, staying behind and going on with life without your loved one is hard. Those whom we love, are part of us and when […]

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The unexpected circle of life

Here I am 21 years later living in the same apartment I landed in when I came to the city of San Francisco. Life is full of surprises and as I walked through the park on my way here this evening, I was smiling at the irony of it all. I’ve come full circle to […]

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The importance of mourning loss

I thought that the best cure for pain was getting busy and trying to forget at any cost what had transpired. But it doesn’t work that way. Or at least it hasn’t worked for me. Those solutions are temporary. Getting over pain takes a period of mourning. Now, I’m at that point, and I’m not […]

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We are breakable

Yesterday, I met a dear friend for breakfast. We hadn’t seen each other for a while, way too long, we agreed. Life is full of distractions and in our case, simply too much LIFE had gone on. We both felt as if we had each been caught in our own personal tornadoes, and now, finally getting some […]

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Remember by Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti is one of my favorite poets. She expressed sadness with such beauty as when she wrote Remember. Remember me when I am gone away,          Gone far away into the silent land;          When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more […]

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How I lost my anger.

I learned the art of not becoming angry at a high price. Nothing is free and even less the lessons we learn. When we change it isn’t normally because we will ourselves to. Change comes about from either a traumatic experience or one that shatters our core so much that we are forever changed. In my […]

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