A Rightful Anger at the Loss of a Friend


On a sunny day in April the air blows through the sunroof of my car. I sit in the driver’s seat with a pounding in my chest as I prepare myself to talk about John. Regret floods my mind as I consider skipping today’s session. I would rather go home and eat a pint of Ben and Jerry’s, hide under a blanket and drown out my feelings with a Bollywood classic. I wait for the clock to say 1 minute ‘till my appointment, and then I go in.

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When Easter Doesn’t Feel Hopeful



This Easter was difficult and full of unexpected pain.

It seemed like as everyone was talking about the death and resurrection of Christ, for some reason I grew increasingly tired of it. Read More