The Snow Angel, Part Twelve

Meg slid the scissor edge along the packing tape and popped the seals free. As she unfolded the boxtop flaps, dust rose to dance where smoke once flowed through the air. "See it!" Angela wriggled her fingers toward the crinkle of packing tissue as Mrs. Standover drew out the long-latent gift.…

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The Snow Angel, Part Ten

Citrus, thyme, and basil scents wafted from the kitchen. Angela wriggled on her mother's lap to grab a handful of the umber tablecloth. "No, no, babygirl." Amber scooted back from the table's edge and drew her child close. She raised her chin and yelled over the clattering sounds in the adjacent…

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The Snow Angel, Part Nine

Hickory and poultry scents wove through the neighborhood's brisk air as Amber lifted her cherub-faced daughter from the car. White flecks floated aimlessly on the breeze, dotting their cheeks with chilly kisses. A flake landed on Angela's long, dark lashes. "Whassat?" She blinked at her mother and pointed a chubby finger…

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When Grief Hits at Christmas

While carols and bright lights urge us to fill our hearts with cheer, some cannot find joy in the Christmas season. The environment demands folks to wear merry smiles, but those who grieve feel emptiness instead. The tension between social expectations and hollowness deepens sorrow for those who are experiencing loss. This…

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A Guide in Grief's Shadow

This week's video blog follows up on our discussion from last week. Here's what we'll cover in this ten-minute post: The stages of grief What to say--and what NOT to say-- when responding to those experiencing loss Everyone grieves differently Long term recovery goal is NOT forgetting, but remembering How professionals…

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Autumn’s Farewell Kiss

Summer’s decaying remains crunched under Fran’s back as she settled onto the forest floor beside her granddaughter. A wraith-like arm emerged from the quilted bundle snuggled against her shoulder. “Look, Gram.” Harley raised her twiggy finger as if it outweighed her and air-traced the looming trunks upward. “Like we’ve seen so…

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No Hidden Cry

She brushed past us in the school hallway. Her shoulders sagged beneath the weight of brimming tears. Flushed cheeks and nose betrayed her struggle to withhold sobs. She avoided eye contact.  The girl continued down the hall in silence, as if she hoped to take cover before the cry burst forth. Did she…

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First Glimpse of Dawn

A life-changing operation offers sight to a sixty-six year-old woman who had been born blind. She describes her overwhelming delight at seeing her local grocery store's produce section, feasting her new eyes on the magnificent colors. She told news reporters that she wanted to taste each fruit again to fully experience its multi-sensory spectrum…

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