I Should Have Had Thanksgiving By Myself

I Should Have Had Thanksgiving By Myself

Thinking of everyone on a sudden and unexpected grief journey in time for the holiday season… My brother was killed in a mining accident in 1983 at the age of 19. I came across this essay I’ve never shared, so I’m posting it on my sporadic blog. It’s not long, but it...
Perspective in 2021

Perspective in 2021

Those of us who have lost loved ones tragically and unexpectedly have something others often don’t. I’ll get to that in a minute… I’ve been to too many funerals, watched the young die, and have lived under the threat of a potentially deadly cancer of my own. I’ve...

In honor of Father’s Day, I remember mine…

It was early in the morning on November 1, 1966, and I was barely four years old.  I played with my two-year-old brother on the living room floor while my mother dashed downstairs to move laundry from the washer to the dryer.  I still hear the knock on the...

Meeting Aunt Violet

When I was a little girl, my mother told us once or twice about a curious tidbit of family history. I remember one conversation as we sat on our driveway in Morgantown, West Virginia, and played with a litter of 6-week-old kittens. “I have a sister out there...