Blog

Thinking Grateful Thoughts The other day while I was driving, I began to ruminate on everything that I was thankful for. I’m not sure why my mind went down that particular roadway of gratitude, but it did and I went along for the ride.  My list began with being thankful for my car. It is…

Telling Our Story Although the natural response to a death in a family is to rally around each other for comfort and support, Dad’s suicide did not bring our family together.  My siblings and I were all at different ages and stages when Dad ended his life by suicide. The oldest siblings were twenty-three, twenty-one,…

The Hidden Truth I do not remember the first time I saw the movie, The Wizard of Oz, but I do remember watching it with my kids a few times. The more I watched this movie, the more I noticed the similarities and differences between The Wizard of Oz and Dorothy as well as how…

Forgive I grew up emotionally ignorant. My understanding of how I felt was limited to feeling sad, mad, or glad. Consequently, after my father’s suicide, a barrage of foreign feelings descended upon me and the load seemed enormously cumbersome and awkward. I didn’t know how to label how I felt, but sad and mad were…