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Language of Grief

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May

2014

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The Acknowledgment

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grief, Language of Grief, Mothering a dead child, permission, Poetry, Something Different

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Grief, Language of Grief, Motherhood, Mothering dead child, Poetry, TIme, Vulnerability

I do not say that I am on a journey. a journey has a beginning and an end. But grief smothered Time....

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May

2014

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Nameless

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grief, Language of Grief, Mothering a dead child, Sorrow

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Language of Grief, Motherhood, Mothering dead child, Purposelessness

For all those humans who, like elephants, steel away from the herd to silently return to their forgotten children’s bones: A child...

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May

2014

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When all I had was Time.

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Giving, grief, Language of Grief, Love, Ocean, permission, Something Different, Sorrow

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creative, Grief, Language of Grief, Love, Ocean, TIme

“Especially in early grief, every object, every landscape, is connected to grief.” - Megan Devine Time has a different meaning after the death...

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Mar

2014

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When Grief is Too Big

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Giving, grief, Language of Grief, Ocean, Pacific Coast Bike Route, permission, Something Different, Sorrow, treasure box

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Grief, Language of Grief, Pacific Coast Bike Route

I received a kind e-mail yesterday from a woman who knows what it is to be human. A woman I have never...

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Feb

2014

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Get out the measuring tape

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Language of Grief, Questions, Something Different, Sorrow

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Grief, Language of Grief

Remember in the movie Dead Poet’s Society when the text book asked students to draw a graph to measure poems by? Remember...