A Journey to Self-Love

A Journey to Self-Love

Ah yes, self-love, I don’t know about you, but I spent a lot of time not really knowing what this was for me.  I went through phases of landing on this practice or that activity and thought it was me loving me.  It wasn’t.  Some of it...
My Mother’s Grief

My Mother’s Grief

It has been 39 days and 30 years since my father’s death.  I was 23 when he died, just married, and had moved to another state to begin a budding career in television journalism.  To say that it was a paradoxical time is an understatement.   Aspects of...
Holding Space

Holding Space

I didn’t know exactly what it was when I first felt the power of someone holding space for me. I was 9 years old, confused and grief stricken after learning that my older brother Mickey had just been killed in the Vietnam war.  What I did know, even at that tender...