Navigating Grief for My Grandmother With Endorphins.
I would be lying if I said she was a grandmother synonymous with warmth. My initial memories of her are clouded with anger.
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White Fairy Tales: When I Lost Abraham Lincoln.
My mother's poison killed too much awareness and shaped me with too much White privilege. But my reckoning with truth is more than theoretical.
Life and Death in the Family Tree: Beauty in Design.
Older life in the family tree has cleared, giving way to newer energy -- the germinating seedling nourished by the breakdown of former forms.
Silence, Depth, and Desire: Noticing the Contrasts in Things.
I realized this is what I love most... tuning into the tucked-away things that are actually often the most real things in the room.
Lessons from the Briar Patch: Things I Learned from My Magical Omi.
The people in my life who are willing to enter the briar patch are the ones I trust the most. It’s not that they will never cause me pain, but that my voice telling them about my pain will never fall on deaf ears.
Passing of a Goddess: A Story of Grief.
I tell you I love you in Greek over and over, and in English too. I tell you I just cannot stop telling you I love you. And every time your eyes flicker open, I make sure I send you my love through my eyes, fingers, through my breath, and I believe that you can do this. And when you stop ...
Struggling With My Cloak Of Guilt.
A cloak of guilt hangs down upon my shoulders, heavy and dark; it is a constant reminder. Clouds of sadness and regret hide in every corner, ready to pounce and diminish joy, or push tears to the surface at inappropriate and inopportune times. Must every activity for the remainder of my life be ...
We Write To Heal.
No matter what the story is from which you need to heal, once it’s written, things are seen from a different perspective.
“What Will You Choose?”: Combining Fierce Compassion With Tenacity And Action In Croatia.
In 2014, she met a 10-year old autistic boy at an event held by a foster care organization she was involved with. His life story was very painful to learn for Aleksandra. She was informed that he was especially shy, but their eyes met briefly. It was the look in his eyes that motivated her to ...