As I am getting ready to write my next book I am immersed into hundreds of books searching for timeless wisdom, wisdom that matches my perception of grief. The ability…
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I had been sitting inside this small cubicle for a while by then. I remember that day being just like all the others before it. But that cold winter morning…
I first saw her in 2006 after my husband died. She was around 85 years old, grey hair. Sitting on a rocking chair. And she was alone. She was sad….
