Writing from the Roller Coaster
Maybe I will stay inside the ups and downs. The highs and lows. After all, the roller coaster makes you a good writer. Did you know? It makes you brave. It makes your hair look crazy too. :) Your heart beats as if there are two hearts inside of you. You don’t have time for any kind of small…
Don’t Get on the Anniversary Train
I have been writing to you for many years and I have never written about what to do with the anniversaries of loss. A wonderful woman reached out to me yesterday and asked me if I would write about this. So here it goes. Anniversaries of loss feel like a big train approaching the platform. Heavy,…
You are NOT late to the Party
I moved from Greece to England when I was 18 years old. My english was ok but certainly not fluent in writing or speaking. And I was attempting to get into college. It took me three years to pass the exams and get language fluency. And because of that everyone else in my classes, in my dorms…
What if they can hear you?
What if you can talk to your child. Your husband. Your wife. Your father. Your mother. Your friend, even after their passing. What if that’s what we are supposed to do. What if they want us to do that. What if they can hear us. What if they can talk to us? But not unless we are willing to…
Writing from the Roller Coaster
Maybe I will stay inside the ups and downs. The highs and lows. After all, the roller coaster makes you a good writer. Did you know? It makes you brave. It makes your hair look crazy too. :) Your heart beats as if there are two hearts inside of you. You don’t have time for any kind of small…
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Don’t Get on the Anniversary Train
I have been writing to you for many years and I have never written about what to do with the anniversaries of loss. A wonderful woman reached out to me yesterday and asked me if I would write about this. So here it goes. Anniversaries of loss feel like a big train approaching the platform. Heavy,…
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You are NOT late to the Party
I moved from Greece to England when I was 18 years old. My english was ok but certainly not fluent in writing or speaking. And I was attempting to get into college. It took me three years to pass the exams and get language fluency. And because of that everyone else in my classes, in my dorms…
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What if they can hear you?
What if you can talk to your child. Your husband. Your wife. Your father. Your mother. Your friend, even after their passing. What if that’s what we are supposed to do. What if they want us to do that. What if they can hear us. What if they can talk to us? But not unless we are willing to…
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