Grief

The Journal I Found After My Mom Died - How We Can Keep Writing Through Grief

After my mom died, I found an old journal we’d shared when I was sixteen. It was buried beneath the clutter of my childhood bedroom, which I cleaned out after she died. I noticed that I'd been the last to write, never passed it back, and the journal had eventually been forgotten about and shoved beneath my bed. It felt like yet another thing I could guilt myself over, which was something I did a lot in those early days. But through that fog I had an idea…

If You're Hurting, You're Not Doing It Wrong: Being a Sensitive Human in a Changing World

Whether it’s their interests, bedtime routines, or shoe sizes, it seems like as soon as I’ve settled into “we are reading Inside Out every night” my kids are changing again, and I’m left holding the book. As much effort as I put into letting go, allowing them to be and develop and grow into these new humans on a daily basis, as much as I attempt to practice the “your children are not your children” idea, breathing into the now and welcoming the new phases, the truth is…I also feel grief. If you do too, you’re not doing it wrong.

What Is True for You? How to Live the Questions When Life is Uncertain

Today I met with my mentor and shared how sad I’ve been lately. The state of the world, my own creeping depression, and then the unexpected loss of a friend last week…they’ve culminated into a giant inner emptiness. What am I even doing here? What are any of us doing? What actually matters? When we don’t have answers, it’s time to live the questions. Here’s one way to do that.

The Five People You Meet in a Pandemic: How to Find a Point to Life

Yes we're all connected, but why do we feel so alone? Pandemic or not - what's the point to any of this? Here's my take on finding "a point" to life (yes, we’re going here) and why darkness can lead us toward it.

Grief, Dogs, and Babies: What a Farting Dog Taught Me About Missing My Mom

My mom called me the night that she died.

She left me a voicemail and said she was looking forward to seeing me, and asked what time would I be over?

When I checked it from a coffee shop that night, I rolled my eyes: why did she think I was coming over?

How I Found God in a Beach Volleyball Game

I went to yoga classes overlooking the ocean, ate sickening amounts of macadamias, and stayed up late having talks about redemption, recovery, and life…mostly with people that I’d never see again.

It was delicious. It was magical. And I was still pretty damn lonely.

But then I joined a volleyball tournament with a bunch of strangers, and things began to shift...