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17Aug, 2022

Seventeen

August 17th, 17 years ago.  I’d been home only a few minutes after an afternoon spent at my mother’s bedside when a feeling flooded me and I knew I had [...]

13May, 2022

Send In The Clowns

When I see him walk with a limp, my stomach tightens with an ache. His limp means he’s in pain, hurting, and there’s nothing I can do to make [...]

17Jan, 2022

Betty White and Grieving Well

Happy Birthday Betty... Mary E Plouffe Ph D 7 hr ago   Betty White and Grieving Well I read 20 quotes by Betty White this week, when she would have [...]

16Aug, 2021

Grief Has No Shelf Life

  August 17th, again. The anniversary of the day my mother took her last inhale and never again exhaled. After hours with her, I’d stepped out of the room only [...]

18Apr, 2021

The Day I Died

    I didn't know I would die that morning. Why would I? I'd only been 48 years old for eight days, still relatively young in 1961. Just a few [...]

23Mar, 2021

Love Letter to My Heart

My heart, dear heart, sweet, gentle heart. I wish you were healthy and I’m grateful that despite your challenges, you’re still here. My heart, broken so many times yet not [...]

7Feb, 2021

Life On A Limb

  Life on a Limb   Life is precarious, like living on the slender limb of a tree. Most of the time we don't know this. Once death moves closer, [...]

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