Category: Poetry

I wrote this in the midst of the incomprehensible incumbency of he-who-shall-not-be-named, the most reprehensible human being to ever hold[…]

I wrote this in a workshop featuring an exercise called “Visio Divina” where we were invited to look at a[…]

Widow   It’s just the moving forward part the getting on with your life part the being grateful for what[…]

  I wrote this after Peter died as a keepsake for the girls, my words an accompaniment to a beautiful[…]

I wrote these poems while on my long (10 year) journey to becoming a mother.  Over those 10 years, we[…]

My first real brush with grief came with the loss of my elder sister Joanie. It’s hard to describe who[…]

This wasn’t actually written when we were building our cottage or re-building our house. It was written at the beginning[…]

Peter and I were married in midsummer on a beautiful day at the end of July. Every year we celebrated[…]

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I wrote this at a time when a very dear heart of mine was diagnosed with what was understood at[…]