Over the last 9 months or so, since I really started working on my Invisible Mothers book project – from the conception of the idea, to interviewing mothers, to starting to write the book, and now to being in the midst of my Kickstarter campaign
I used to whisper her name to myself over and over again. “Grace. Grace. My Grace. Grace.” Her name was a lifeline that I desperately clung to through the waves of grief and pain and rage and sorrow that swamped me. Her name was my manta.
You’re about to see a grief counselor get very personal about grief. Because it’s the holiday season and there’s nothing I have a love-hate relationship with more than the holidays. On the one hand, I love the holidays. Thanksgiving is my favorite as I’m a
One of my work activities is as an intensive in-home therapist. There are 19 of us in the office – 6 males, 12 other females, and me. 4 of those other females are pregnant. They are all roughly 20 – 24 weeks along at this