Thoughts from the Blog

Fatherless Father’s Day
Fatherless Father’s Day was recorded for Reimagine: Life, Loss & Love, a Worldwide Virtual Festival on June 20, 2020. It is co-presented by Grief Dialogues and the Karuna Project. Watch the

The Importance and Value of Writing Through Grief
On May 9, 2020, Grief Dialogues hosted Motherless Mother’s Day as part of the Reimagine: Life, Loss & Love World Wide Festival. Today we are honored to share with you the

Listen to Compassion Culture Series Podcast Interview with Vena Wilson, LCSW, on Radical Acceptance
I met Vena Wilson through another Las Vegas therapist when I brought our play, Grief Dialogues, to the Cockroach Theatre in Las Vegas. The show, in honor of the first responders of the Las Vegas Strip Shooting a

Celebrating a New Novel by Tara Lynn Marta
Last August I interviewed novelist Tara Lynn Marta about her soon-to-be-published book Look Back to Yesterday. Tara shared the synopsis of the book with us on the Grief Dialogues Podcast. Listen

A Shattering Silence
On that warm, sunny seventh day of August 1949, everything seemed the same outside the house. The paved path from the sidewalk still curved gently uphill in a right-leaning arc, flanked

Three years too soon – Few words mean most
May is a strange month. I always looked forward to the warm weather, celebrating Mother’s Day, my father’s birthday and our wedding anniversary. But after Mom died, Mother’s Day became a

Under the Crabapple Trees
The hurricane had blasted through just four days earlier, and many houses were still without electricity. A cousin’s house just up the hill had lights, so my parents walked up there to

Memories of My Dad
Sandy coloured hair streaked white, marks the maturity of yearsPiercing blue eyes twinkle like stars, full of mischief and delightTreasured thoughts, I smile as my eyes blink back the tearsFilling my

Fatherless Father’s Day
It’s one week before Father’s Day. Those of us without our fathers feel varied emotions converging on our psyche. “If he were alive today, he’d be 89,” I think out loud. Would he