No Kidding in NZ

I've always said writing helps. And it really does. But in the absolute depths of grief, writing has been, and still is, too hard. I cou...

My husband died late last month. It still seems unbelievable to write it, let alone say it or live it. In the end, things happened quite qui...

 Well, I blithely wrote about The Freedom of Caring Less last week. But here's a confession. Sometimes I am much better at putting myse...

 Wow, I didn't realise it had been well over a month since I had posted. How easy it is to slip out of a habit! Mel's latest Roundup...

I started blogging here when I was at least seven years past learning I would never ever have children. I'd done a lot of grieving, expr...

I can’t find if I have written about this before. But for me it is a reminder of the need to accept feelings of joy and sadness at the sam...

Something I saw or read or heard last week got me thinking about the early years of loss and grief and pain, and how different life feels ...

  I often comment that I am inspired by other blogger’s writings. Sometimes I’ll say, “I’m off to think about that more now,” and I make a...