I don’t remember what your favorite color was. I don’t know that I ever knew. But I do remember the day we shared raspberry popsicles that
I’ve come to call it “The Season.” Late spring. Almost everything has bloomed here in Northern California by now, and Mt. Diablo – when we’re
There’s a wrong way and there’s The Write Way. The wrong way is to not do it at all, to allow the Inner Critic to silence your
You may have noticed the new banner on my blog, “LEANING INTO A NEW NORMAL- With Celenia Delsol.” It occurred to me, after writing for
RECOVERY – 1) a return to a normal state of health, mind, or strength; 2) the action or process of regaining possession or control of something stolen
At the time, my life was a train wreck. I was in the throes of wrestling with the grief of my son’s suicide, questioning my
PART I Say you chose another mother, Say the stars did not align, Say the sperm missed that damn egg, And the miracle never happened.
“Do you have children?” It’s kind of personal, even intimate, isn’t it? These days there are so many who choose to not have children at all, or people who struggle to have children, or people who have suffered the loss of a child. Can’t we lean into conversation with a new acquaintance with a little more imagination and elegance?
This post is dedicated to my mother, Carmen, whose birthday is today. Happy Birthday Mom! I love you! —————————- Since my son’s suicide in June
[Author’s Note: When a loved one dies by suicide – in my case, my only child – there really isn’t a word that touches the
I miss you. Not the way I missed you when your father and I went on our first date after you were born. Nana and
There are words for those whose spouses die: “widows” and “widowers.” There is a word for children, even adult children, whose parents die: “orphans.” Although