Never Say These 2 Things to a Grieving Mom

A few months after my son Bobby died, I had lunch with a few friends. I still wasn’t up to socializing, but I agreed to go anyway. One of the women said something that made me want to jump across the table and grab her by the throat. I know she meant her words asContinue reading “Never Say These 2 Things to a Grieving Mom”

Does Disney Love Death?

Have you noticed that in many children’s movies, someone invariably dies? In the list of Disney’s top grossing animated films, here are ones which include death: Frozen, Bambi, The Lion King, Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast, Mulan, and Sleeping Beauty. These movies touch our hearts, make us cry, and carry us into a deeply satisfyingContinue reading “Does Disney Love Death?”

How grief affects relationships – part 2

When someone is dying, the atmosphere is rife for raw emotions to bubble up and splash onto others. I’ve become tense watching my mother struggle with the will to live. My tension radiates to Mike, and he radiates it back to me. We come at each other like two Edward Scissorhands, thrusting and parrying. We’reContinue reading “How grief affects relationships – part 2”

How grief affects marriages

The anger phase of grief can be deadly for relationships. I’m grateful for God’s grace that kept Mike and me in synch while we both grieved for our son. An acquaintance shared with me that she and her husband divorced as a result of their child’s death. Her husband couldn’t express his grief, and refusedContinue reading “How grief affects marriages”

I Pressed Send

I sat at my computer, fingers hovered over the keys, trembling with trepidation. I’d been asked by an editor at a major publishing house to send a proposal for my book, FROM GRIEF TO GRACE. The book isn’t finished, just the outline and a few chapters. My mind spun with several possible scenarios. One, they’dContinue reading “I Pressed Send”


Addiction: the state of being enslaved to a habit or practice or to something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming, as narcotics, to such an extent that its cessation causes severe trauma. Have you ever said, “I’m addicted to coffee.” or “I’m addicted to Starbucks.” I’ve used the word lightly, even in humor, to describeContinue reading “Addiction”

Everything Changed When…

Everything changed when… I got married We had our first child My husband lost his job Our son was diagnosed with cancer Can you think of a moment when your life changed, for better or worse? Was it a diagnosis, an accident, a miracle? I can point to places in my life, decisions that I’ve made,Continue reading “Everything Changed When…”

“Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep”

I shared with someone at our grief support group that there will come a day when her son’s death was not the last thing she thought of at night and the first thing she thought of in the morning. She asked me, “When? When will that happen.” I answered, “I don’t know.” Although I don’tContinue reading ““Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep””

I need a sign!

Why can’t we wear grief like a cast or a bandage? It would give a clear indication to others that we are still not healed. Or like a jagged cut on the cheek with thick black stitches, peopl would see it and say, “Wow! That must hurt!” or “Still painful, huh?” Wouldn’t that be easierContinue reading “I need a sign!”