1991. That was the year my identity took a shift. I always grew up being "Daddy's Little Girl." I would never be "Daddy's Little Girl" again. Perhaps you know this type of shift, as well. Grief is like that. Grief shifts our world in ways...
When I got the phone call from Toni at 3:30 AM, I had the immediate sense I was a failure. My brother had died a horrible death and I had failed him. I had not loved him well . But the truth is - We...
Are you still hearing a lot of "How were your holidays?" or "I hope your holidays were wonderful?" And each time you hear these questions - you're cringing inside. Perhaps you are just beginning to come to the realization you have a Holiday Hang-Over. It's...