JLAP: In my ‘grief era’: Doing the ‘heart work’ of grief
It’s impossible for me to forget June 26, 2003, a day that marks more than a cruel summer.
It’s impossible for me to forget June 26, 2003, a day that marks more than a cruel summer.
Life isn’t always a sunny day at the ballpark with a cool breeze, a hot dog and tickets to the show in home run territory.
I am a farmer’s daughter. I grew up never too far from the nearest barn cat, hound dog, racehorse or cattle herd. I adopted them all and gave them each a name.