Grief is not a detour—it’s part of the road.
This space exists because my life was reshaped by love, and then by loss.
My husband died in 2003. I was 28 years old. His death changed everything—but so did knowing him. The way we met, the way we built a life together, and the way I had to find my footing after he was gone… it all shaped who I am today and how I see the world.
In the early 2000s, blogging became a lifeline for me. I wrote about everything—motherhood, technology, work, friendships—but grief was the hardest subject to touch. Still, I kept writing, because it was the only way I knew how to process what was happening. Those early posts weren’t polished or perfect, but they were real. That blog became a record of survival, one word at a time.
This section—Grief & Growth—is a place to revisit that journey and reflect on how it continues to evolve. Some posts will come directly from those early writings. Others will be new, written with the perspective of two decades lived since. All of it comes from the belief that grief changes us—and that growth often comes in quiet, unexpected ways.
If you're carrying something too—recent or decades old—you’re welcome here.
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