I tried to think where to start. He had died not even a couple months before. The girls were 4 and 6 years old. He was the one with the…
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When people reach out to me — through social media, through email, through letters, or face to face conversations — they rarely describe their experiences in terms that a clinical…
Dear one, I know how tender this moment is. Loss. Transition. We grieve, we stretch, we hang on for dear life. We fall apart, we begin again. We walk through…
A little over three years ago, on the first working day of 2011, after twelve years working on retainer with a high-end optical manufacturer, I resigned the account. I resigned…
