Category: Grief & Healing

  • The Big Flush: The Final Flush

    The Big Flush: The Final Flush

    Ten posts, one emotional enema, several suspicious gurgles, and enough spiritual plumbing to get me banned from Home Depot. The final question isn’t what else needs to go—it’s what I’m taking with me into 56. Then I’m officially taking a few days off from personal growth.

  • Permission to Live: Choosing Me

    Permission to Live: Choosing Me

    After years of seeking permission from everyone except myself, I finally realized something extraordinary: I already possessed it. This is the story of freedom, self-discovery, reclaiming my voice, and learning what it means to truly choose myself.

  • Permission to Live: Permission to Stop Performing

    Permission to Live: Permission to Stop Performing

    Somewhere between grief, thunderstorms, yellow skirts, coffee, laundry, and a council of goddesses, I realized that perhaps this journey has been about one thing all along: giving myself permission to stop performing and simply be myself.

  • Remembering Rosemary: The Woman Who Taught Me to Ride

    Remembering Rosemary: The Woman Who Taught Me to Ride

    Today, I placed my Mommy’s ashes into the urn I chose for her, and for the first time, I truly felt the weight of holding what physically remained of the woman I loved. Rosemary Frances Todd was my Mommy, the woman who taught me to ride, and during the last nineteen months of her life,…

  • While We Are Still Here

    While We Are Still Here

    Grief has changed the way I think about love, time, and the ordinary moments we assume will always be there. Do the people and animals we love truly know how deeply they are loved—while we are still here to show them?

  • Becoming Rae: Unpacking Fifty-Five Years of Boxes

    Becoming Rae: Unpacking Fifty-Five Years of Boxes

    After fifty-five years of carrying expectations, family roles, people-pleasing, and versions of myself built for other people, I am finally unpacking the boxes and deciding what actually belongs to me. Some things stay. Some things get reconsidered. And some are going straight to the fucking curb.

  • Silence is Where the Heart Catches Its Breath

    Silence is Where the Heart Catches Its Breath

    Greetings my lovely feral, dark, and bright ones. Come on in. Grab yourself something to drink and maybe a snack if you’re feeling peckish. I’ve got a peachy little fizzy tea keeping me company this afternoon, the monsoon clouds have been putting on quite the show all day, and every few minutes I find myself…

  • Embracing the Wild: Transforming Pain into Power

    Embracing the Wild: Transforming Pain into Power

    A raw and honest reflection on navigating deep grief, releasing unhealthy relationships, and fiercely reclaiming personal sovereignty after devastating loss.

  • Overcoming Self-Doubt and Banishing the Voices After Loss

    Overcoming Self-Doubt and Banishing the Voices After Loss

    When life hits a breaking point, you don’t need gentle platitudes. You tap into an iron core, refuse to back down, and demand that the things you love stand their ground with you.

  • Refusing to Let Grief Be Weaponized

    Refusing to Let Grief Be Weaponized

    There is a quiet, heavy sanctity that belongs to deep grief. When you are navigating the raw landscape of losing a mother—living through those fragile first weeks where the loss is fresh and the arrival of her ashes brings a stark, undeniable finality—your entire system demands stillness. It requires room to breathe, space to feel…

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