I had the honor of sitting with a woman who asked me to be with her in the last few hours of her life. She was the mother of a very dear...

When I first saw this photo, it took me back to a moment I was present for a man who chose to exercise his right to take the End-of-Life...

We don’t wear a cape We don’t have wings We are not angels We are none of those things What we are is human We lead with our heart We...

I received an email with the words, "I am afraid of dying," in the subject line. It was from a woman who was given a few months left to...

Today I sat with a husband who was preparing to say goodbye to his wife... When I asked him what I could do for him, he said "give me...

Awhile back I received a call from a woman who was dying and searching for an end-of-life doula. While I feel confident in the work I do,...

After spending many weeks with a gentleman who was dying, I was honored that he requested me to be there when he took his last breath. I...

When I know that you are hurting I struggle with what to say My words do not seem adequate Sometimes it feels easier to slowly back away...

I was with a gentleman yesterday who needed to be assisted to his chair, he is 72. He is a tall man, very handsome, and had been an avid...

A poem I wrote one morning when grief decided to suddenly invite itself into my sleep... totally unannounced. I woke up early this...

Grief... is so darn messy. Right? I made a promise to myself after my brother died, that when grief decided to come for a visit, I would...

If I could do anything over again It would be to spend more time with you But that’s not how things work in this thing called life I...

As I write this blog it is the seventh anniversary of my sister Laura's death. I cannot tell you how many times I have said, "if I only...

Because of the losses I have experienced personally over the years I am acutely aware of how long grief lasts, and that it actually never...

When someone asks me how I am doing, I fight responding with an “I am fine,” because in my head it comes out in a high-pitched whiny...

Every day someone asks me how I am doing, and every day I think of creative ways to avoid saying, "I am fine." It is such an easy thing...

Does it sometimes surprise you the things people say to comfort someone who is navigating illness, accident, death, or grief for...

Grief is a teeter-totter Grief can't seem to make up it's mind Grief has a million different colors One minute I am fine... moving...

He had such a good day, or so it seemed. So many little moments of improvement and heightened hope that he might really pull through...

As I write this, my brother has been in the ICU for two weeks, and to be honest, I was afraid he was not going to make it. I had prepared...