Writings
“Grief is rhythmic, like the tides — calm much of the time, and then without warning, a tsunami of sadness strikes. Grief has brought me to my knees. I would never have guessed that it would also propel me into a new life.”
“Grief is rhythmic, like the tides — calm much of the time, and then without warning, a tsunami of sadness strikes. Grief has brought me to my knees. I would never have guessed that it would also propel me into a new life.”
While I have been a psychotherapist for 35 years, I have been writing for well over 50 years. I have studied Jungian psychology, art history and braille transcribing. While my husband was seriously ill, I researched everything I could about his diseases and was, in fact, mistaken for a physician at the National Institutes of Health. I live in Minneapolis with my cat, Olive.
“My mother, like yours, was not always my mother. Long before I was born, the stage was set for the experiences I would have being raised by her. She, as well, had a mother and father who had not always been her parents.”
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