I rock back and forth, arms pinned in close, left hand in fist on my sternum, right hand clasped over it. This is grief. ThisContinue Reading
This is grief, for now not ever
July 7, 2021
Sugar coated grief is still grief, no matter how you coat it
October 5, 2017I returned to the place of my mother’s death today. A lone hospital room in neutral hues with a view of the blossom trees thatContinue Reading
Suicide, a 7 letter word with more than 13 reasons why
April 18, 2017This post is about suicide. It may trigger you or cause you distress. You have every right to look away if you think it willContinue Reading
Death is in the details and on my phone
March 5, 2017I have photos of my dead mother on my phone. Not my mother before she died but my mother’s body after her death. I don’tContinue Reading
Thanks for the Facebook memories, not
April 20, 2016‘Facebook memories’ let me know that my mother, Joy, died 18 months ago this last week. Thanks Facebook. Now there’s an anniversary I wasn’t planningContinue Reading
Looking for joy in the bottom of a peanut butter jar
October 7, 2015I am supposed to be writing a book but instead I am writing a blog, but they both start with a ‘b’ so I considerContinue Reading
Even on the darkest night there are always stars
July 3, 2015No one is immune to depression. I learnt that this week when a friend died by her own hand. Her stunning renovated home in anContinue Reading
The panic before the heart of the storm
June 7, 2015Sell. Donate. Dump. Three words I have been living by for almost two weeks. I am moving. Scratch that, I am evacuating. Selling everything inContinue Reading
A bubble room for one – the solace of grief
January 18, 2015I have just spent half an hour sobbing into a Sass & Bide t-shirt found on the floor of my car parked outside a ThomasContinue Reading
Walk, walk, walk the end of the relationship talk
January 14, 2015I am obsessed, obsessed I tell you, by the Let Them Walk video currently doing the social media rounds (I’ve posted it at the bottomContinue Reading