Tag: grief
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Francis Weller on Grief
Have you noticed how difficult it is to grieve a loss? We are encouraged to “move on,” “tears won’t bring them back,” “get on with your life,” and so on. Is our troubled relationship with grieving related to our fear of death? Francis Weller speaks and writes about grief in…
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“Grandmother Lilian” is up on MasticadoresCanada
My gratitude to Editor Ray Whitaker for publishing “Grandmother Lilian”, a contribution to his series “Women” on MasticadoresCanada. Ray’s current series on Women and his earlier one on Men are both fantastic. Please explore his blog and read, like, and comment on the posts. “Grandmother Lilian” is a memoir poem…
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A Pet Memoir: Rainbow Bridge Train Stop up on MasticadoreUSA
I hope this memoir inspires you to submit your pet poem or story to MasticadoresUSA. This memoir is about our three cats, all of whom passed away over a period of two years. Here are the opening paragraphs. Please read the rest of the memoir by following the link, which…
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On Father’s Day 2025
Sunday, June 15, was a quiet day. Because I wanted to find a biography written by some relatives about my paternal great grandmother, whom we called Sweet Grandma, I was rifling through papers and came upon letters from my father. One read so much like a poem that I had…
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Woman
This poem is in my first poetry book, Three-Penny Memories: A Poetic Memoir. Woman for Mom Woman, how you portray your complex essence and ambiguity.You are a study of lightcast on the walls of your Self. Shadows border your brilliance.Your portrait is askew with flavorsthat you offer to guests enamored…
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Box Turtle: A haibun
Box Turtle When the trees were young and the sun high, we had a small garden, lush with tomatoes we shared with a box turtle that would chomp on the fallen fruit. Or did my husband pick the ripe ones just for her? Her beautiful shell, the intricate patterns—did they…
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”Sonnet to Grief” is up on Chewers!
Sonnet to GriefIn Memory of LindaYou’re a flamingo stretching its wings to the rising sunA hummingbird gathering dew drops from my tearsand dashing about, like bees do from stamen to stamenYou’re the winter wind that left her burning lungsand the icy pond where she rests to extinguish a fireravaging in…
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In the Midst of Hate….
Since the 2024 election results, I’ve been grieving about how divided our country is and how misled by fear we are. I’m sorting through my emotions, looking for hope. I cannot tolerate the Trump policies. I don’t want to summarize them here because I am certain you are informed. In…
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I received a 2025 Pushcart Nomination for “Ophelia”!
It was great to wake up to an email from Spartan Press announcing that one of my ten poems published in their anthology, Rough-Cut Elegies, has been nominated for a 2024 Pushcart Prize. I’m grateful to the Editors, Jason Ryberg and Sharon Singingmoon. Ophelia There is a willow grows aslant…
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World Alzheimer’s Day- September 21
When I told my uncle that Mom was moving close to me so that I could help her as she had health issues, my uncle asked me, “Do you love your mother?” His question sent me into a tailspin. I sought grief therapy to dig into the key life events…
Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver 