Sometimes, when you don’t even realize you’re caught in the undertow, someone swims along and saves your life.

Elusive time. Is it just me or are the days flying by? After a grueling week of deadlines and to do’s, daily living barely sandwiched in-between the rigors of the 40 hour work week, a refrigerator completely empty except for coffee creamer, a six-pack of Diet Coke and  a half-jar of Kosher style pickles, I woke up feeling spent, empty and breathless.  I was also out of…

On a rare day, this day, I write new words without boundaries, minus hesitation, taking chances, discovering the playfulness hiding inside my thoughts, surprising myself every few lines. Within each word, I conjure a new world, creating a mental landscape built with trust, inventiveness, as I chase a (new) dialect that whispers something important to me. My first draft is messy, the second even messier. I return with an ax, then the scalpel until it rolls off the tongue just right. I am…

I drift here this evening to chronicle my thoughts, document life, jot thoughts that linger, provoke and even haunt. Arriving dizzy and in a stupor, I search for words to describe the stunning contrasts of the weekend. Yesterday I spent a good part of my day working with my co-author on a presentation we will be doing in Seattle at the Search for Meaning Conference (March 9, 2013). We will share the language and landscape of Griefland and our thoughts on daring to breathe again.  A few hours…

I was in Los Angeles this past weekend recording the audio version of my book, "Griefland." Another milestone author moment. The experience was unforgettable, yet odd and completely out of context. A few times, I had to stop, gasp, catch my own breath.  My voice changed, choked, as if horrified at hearing this story. I sat in the sound booth yearning to scream, shatter the glass, break free once and for all from the excruciating pain born from loss.  "Ma'am, are you all right?" the young…