Grief.

Grief. It’s such a tricky thing.  At first there’s so much and it’s so heavy it feels like you might drown. It fills you up completely until it feels like there is nothing to you but grief. Every breath you draw hurts. You feel like you float through each day, existing in your world but…

Words Matter.

Defect.  If you just sit with that word a minute, what images does it bring up? I’m guessing they aren’t the prettiest pictures.  Defect. Defective. Those words mean imperfect. Faulty. Wrong. They aren’t neutral words. In fact they are quite negative.  But that is a word that we use when talking about brand new lives…