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Dancing In The Graveyard: A Christmas Miracle.

And now I can finally cry Why. I shout it now. Weeping and shouting and pleading and ripping grass from the earth. Why. And I can’t remember it all; my mind doesn’t grant me the memories, but my body aches with that familiar longing for something pure. To be loved in a pure way that a daughter ...

you & me

Letter To An Absent Father.

Some days I wondered if you were thinking of me. But it was just a passing thought, and eventually these disappeared too. My smile grew bigger and tears stopped flowing. While mum worked hard to put food on the table, I taught myself to skip rocks, tie my shoe laces, and kick a soccer ball straight.

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The Surface of My Mother, the Shadow of My Father: I Am Digby’s Daughter.

I am not defined by my father’s failings, nor my mother’s feelings about them. I am free to embrace the aspects I choose.

troublemakers

Life Always Gives You The Experiences You Need.

I’m not sure my relationship with J was simply about healing my big bad daddy wound, but I am certainly closer to my innocence than I was before we met.

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Grief: An Unruly Companion.

As painful as this experience was, it was also the most sacred moment of my life. How grateful I felt to have been a witness to his life and his death. And how unsettling to be in the presence of death and yet feel so alive, so broken with sorrow and yet so riveted by the magnitude and majesty ...

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A Letter To Grief.

Perhaps I should have listened to you when I lost my father. When childhood was stolen from me. When my innocence was taken without my permission. When my marriage fell apart. These were my secrets I wanted to keep.

troublemakers

Warm Butter on the Journey to My True Self.

My father likes his butter warm. He eats a lot of it and leaves the covered butter dish out on the kitchen counter at home so that it is always in the creamy state he prefers. But I live in Hawaii, so this month when he and my mother were visiting, I had to suffer my butter in an almost ...

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Dancing In The Graveyard: A Christmas Miracle.

Letter To An Absent Father.

The Surface of My Mother, the Shadow of My Father: I Am Digby’s Daughter.

Life Always Gives You The Experiences You Need.

Grief: An Unruly Companion.

A Letter To Grief.

Warm Butter on the Journey to My True Self.

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