The smell rising from my mug this morning is exciting. It reminds me of heat and tropical stuff like Hawaiian Tropic Sunscreen. It is a sugary coconut smell with hints of alcohol. The taste itself is actually sweet and nutty. It doesn’t make me think if coconut initially. It goes through a transformation on my… Continue reading Coffee reminiscent of spring break
Some of you many know that my mother passed away in the summer. I know, its weekly smile, and so please let me explain. My older son asked for a picture of grandma to put in his room so I dragged out the thumb drives to find one for him. The picture I found is… Continue reading Weekly Smile – Pictures & Memories
A heavy blanket that adheres and demands attention. It can’t be removed. It can’t be ignored. Chameleon like, when you think it has loosed its grip, it triggers in a new form: a song on the radio, a smell, snippets of remembered conversation, a date, an event or an unexpected question… Grief’s journey is personal… Continue reading Grief
The steam seems really vivid this morning. Soft tones of grey and white twisting together as they rise 3 to 4 inches in the air before they vanish on the air currents. Near the beginning of their journey the white mist is in stark contrast to the dark brown coffee that forms it. The aroma… Continue reading A mug of steaming coffee
Use this image as a prompt to create a post and reference back here. You can come back and share by posting your link in the comment section below. That’s it! Can’t wait to view your posts… Grief Time continues on and life moves forward. Eventually we all return to the earth and our home… Continue reading Photo Prompt 20: Grief
The Penis Chronicles presents “Growing a Baby – Journey of a Mother” The bright florescent lighting in the main bath barely casts any light into the aged and worn shower stall. The dimness is intensified by the faded grey tile displaying calcium build-ups like a medal of honour. The water just won’t reach the… Continue reading Growing a Baby – Journey of a Mother
I woke that morning to a brilliant sunshine, and it was much like the mornings I remember waking in her house as a child. However, this morning wasn’t like those remembered mornings and I had no desire to get up and face the day. On the other hand, the honour to preserve memory and to… Continue reading Letting Go
“Dogs leave paw prints on our hearts.” – Unknown To say that this week has been a rough one would be an understatement. I was working on this post earlier in the week with my precious Willow laying at my feet. I am finishing this post without her. Her death was very much unexpected and… Continue reading Coffee & Companionship
Taking children to funerals is a controversial topic: should they attend, is there an appropriate age, etcetera? For us, like most, it wasn’t something we had discussed beyond the shared idea that it is a highly personal decision. When we were faced with the decision about whether to take our son, who was not yet… Continue reading “It’s Okay Mom!” Children’s exposure to Death, A positive note on a very emotional topic
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 