Day 33: This is Me. And just a slice of my story. My daughter has only ever slept on me when she is sick. I realized recently that I captured some of these moments. The first picture is in May of 2020. The second is in October of 2021. In legal speak, my marriage ended in Dec 2021. One day before my daughter turned 5. In real life, my marriage ended in February of 2020. Days before my panicked trip to the grocery store for canned goods. A pandemic has been either the best

Day 52: Grief is Not Contagious One aim I have in my work is to spread the word that grief is not contagious. The people my clients (and I) feel the most compassion from on a grief journey are the ones who manage their own fears when they show up. And don’t tiptoe. And offer their presence and take a risk to act, even if they have no idea what to do or to say. And yes. This isn’t easy. Grief can look so scary from the outside. There is no denying that. There might be lots of

Day 50: Grace: It Changes Things I use the word ‘grace’ a ton and have been wondering why I’m drawn to it as grief professional. First and foremost, I am tired of the phrases self-care and self-compassion. They are perfectly useful for many, so I don’t want to diminish their importance. I just find that ‘grace’ feels more relevant when it comes to a grief journey. Secondly, ‘grace’ is a relational term, which makes it keenly relevant to how we show up for ourselves during the