Until hidden grief erupted in my mid-20s, my mom’s death from breast cancer when I was seven sat rather placidly as a marker on the timeline of my life. Soon after, marriage and parenting led me down a spiraling path of confronting my wounds over and over until gradual healing caught me by surprise as our children grew. I put mother loss behind me – or so I thought. Then I discovered its effects actually permeate my entire life, and I began writing about it. You can find some essays here on my blog.
- Chain of Me
- A Daughter Turns 20
- A Grieving Child for Life
- Library Love
- Children’s Grief Awareness Day
I also told my story in an interview on the Soul Work for Moms podcast, and I am writing a memoir of early mother loss. Excavating my truth has revealed that many people share the particular grief of parental death during childhood and that the loss profoundly impacts everyone close to the person who died. I invite you to sign up for my newsletter to receive a free five-day e-course called “Ripples of Grief: Writing Prompts to Tell about Childhood Loss.” It’s never too late to tell your story.