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The Mute Dinner Guest

Every time I try to explain what the book is about, I come up with something different. It’s a hologram. I hope. Or maybe it’s a mirror – reflecting whatever it is the reader needs to see. Maybe that’s how all books work, though.

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I Harvested Death from my Garden Today

As part of our Out of Grief Comes Art series, I want to share the photo essay from our friend Marit Krueger.  Although these photographs were taken in fall 2018, their images showcase how life becomes death in order to be reborn. I Harvested Death from my Garden Today by Marit Krueger Gathered her in…

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The Ghosts of Grief

Lately, I just can’t shake this dull, overwhelming sadness that has attached itself to me. Like some annoying, intractable specter hanging about. Losing my loved ones. Impending doom. The fear of death and the unknown. Grief for what is yet to come. The thoughts cloud my brain, tugging at happiness. They beg for attention. Stop…

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Empty Chairs Around the Holiday Table

  “There is a grief that can’t be spoken. There is a pain that goes on and on. Empty chairs at empty tables. Now my friends are dead and gone.” —Les Miserables   We in America are not good at grieving. Most of us tend to numb our pain with alcohol, television, food, or drugs…

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The Holiday ANDspace

The Holidays AND Space

In my heARTwork over at The Creative Grief Studio, we coined the phrase ANDspace to talk about how grief experience so often does not fit in our binary based world. This has been especially true for me in my personal grief experience of the holidays since my son died in 1999. Also in my work…

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From Absence to Presence

  My father died in a car accident on Christmas Day, 1982, the day before my twenty-ninth birthday. The festivities I’d been eagerly awaiting were silenced by the flame of a yahrzeit memorial candle. How would life go on without him? On December 28th, almost thirty years later, I sat by my mother’s bedside singing…

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Empty Chair and Holiday Grief

My mother died in January 2001. She missed September 11th, the anthrax attack and the Patriot Act. She missed the news of the space shuttle Columbia disintegration, the capture of Saddam Hussein, and the death of Osama Bin Laden. She never saw my posts on Facebook or heard of Katrina, Irma or Ike. Sadly, she…

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