All Posts

L​ilith lost her favorite stuffy, Snuggles, yesterday. W​e went to the beach, and she wanted to take her. I should have said no or at least made her put Snuggles in the boot of the bike, but she wanted to hold her. Somewhere along the way, Snuggles was dropped. As soon as we noticed, I should have turned around and looked for her, but we convinced ourselves that maybe Lilith forgot her at home after all. At 10pm, the mourning began. N​ow, it may seem silly to call it mourni

T​oday it rained. And I prayed and cried and sweat and twisted from my body all the stagnant pieces of a story I hold precious. It's a childs story. My child. The story of her making and highlights from each year of her life. It's a bit comical, now after it's telling, to see how much I fretted over getting this story right. After all, it was told to a group of 3-5 year olds. But, it was important to me for 2 reasons. Lilith's father Loved her very much. She will never recie

I started this blog without giving much thought to the URL. 'Loss and Liberation' felt right, so I went with it. It's my mode of operation. I go with my gut. The original intention here was to process and NORMALIZE grief. I've been so saddened to learn how typical it is for people to suffer alone, to feel like the confusing process of rehoming the broken pieces of their lost Love is a burden they should not impose on their families and communities. I am still shocked at how i

Hands down my favorite dessert of childhood. Every year for my half-birthday, my mom would make me one. She's adorable like that. She would sing 'Happy Half-Birthday' and gift me a little trinket. Now, I do the same for my daughter. If you ask her, "When is your birthday?", she will respond with a sharp, "August 14th and Love Day." Love Day, aka Valentines Day, is her half-birthday and does not take a back-seat to the real deal. I make her half a cake. We throw a party. We gi

I’m nervous. Just like all the self-help books and workshops told me I’d be. My belly is crawling and my mind is racing, but I have tools this time. I wake up before my daughter. I sit in silence. I reach out to friends. I move my body. I write. I am nervous, but I am also determined. This WILL go differently this time. It is my belief that if you build a boat from your hearts passions and head out to sea, the Universe WILL blow wind in your sails. But, you have to build