I’m so honored to share my next book, Legacy After Loss — a deeply personal collection of essays about what happens after loss, when the world expects you to keep going but your heart is still learning how. So many books about grief focus on the moment someone is gone. This book begins where many of us find ourselves afterward — in the days, months,…

I have all of my mother’s tried and true recipe cards. Each one filled with ingredients lists and the remnants, the specks, of flour and sugar and love. Love was never listed as an item, it never made the notecard, but it was always there. I can assure you. And now that my mother is gone, left this world before ever turning 58, I wish…

I almost text you today.For a moment, I forgot you were gone.I forgot that we can’t do that anymore. I forgot that our conversationsare one-sided and our timewas cut short when your life was. I forgot that you’re not here.I think it’s my heart’s pursuitto keep you alive- to keep ourrelationship alive in ways that onlylove can after death. It doesn’t matter that daysand monthsand…

By now I should know to watch the trailer before cuddling up to enjoy a new movie. I should also expect the plotline to include some type of dying mom, dead mom, or mother who gets a terminal diagnosis, yet each time I’m naively surprised and grief-stricken. In the seven years since my mother has been gone, movie scripts continually use my real-life realty as…

There are some words that will simply never make sense. Words that are heard, but cannot be fully understood because they are too harsh, too unimaginable.  Words like “I have cancer.”  Words like “I don’t have much time left.” Words like, “There is no cure”, and “We’ve done all we can do.” Words like “Arrange hospice.” Words like, “I think it’s time.” Then eventually, words…