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    Four Ways the Holidays Suck(Post)

    Forming A Fellowship of Light and Dark Through Loss“La mucha luz es como la mucha sombra: no deja ver” ~ “Too much light is like too much shadow: it does not allow one to see” - Octavio Paz.What Is T ...

    For the Love of Tabitha(Post)

    Today was a very special day for me, for I was both a seventy-eight year old man and a child again. I was in a melancholy mood because one of our best and most loyal friends had died. By our standard ...

    Voices of Silence (Post)

    The voice of silence is all around us—it is rooted in the pain from the loss of our son and brother, Nathan. It is the silence of sorrow in our home because one of our sons is gone, and it is the sil ...

    HOPE AFTER LOSS(Post)

    Through the last few months you have been processing the loss of your loved ones in many ways. In the daily activities you shared, in the smells that remind you of your loved one, even in public when ...

    A Decade Without My Daughter(Post)

    January 22, 2019 marks ten years since my beautiful Jenna died. In many ways it feels like she was just here—I remember her last days with us so clearly—but it also feels like it’s been an eternity s ...

    The Butterflies are Coming - Don’t Miss Them!(Post)

    My husband and I were devastated when we lost our twenty-four year old son,Kevin, from a tragic accident in 2010. In the years following his death, as wegrieved, we were blessed to receive many signs ...

    The Caretaker of Memories(Post)

    By Victoria Rosen She comes to me a lot when I’m in the bath. As I’m about to shave or wash myself, images of me washing her come back, like a veteran with PTSD. Flashes of me drying her ...

    WHEN I'M GONE(Post)

    When I’m gone and the minutes turn into hours, and the hours turn into days, the heaviness inside your heart may seem too much to bear. I know you will long to hear my voice, see my face, sit beside ...

    Resentment(Post)

    “I think we should leave,” I whispered to my husband through clenched teeth as my 2-year-old daughter, Hailey, wailed in my arms.We were at my cousin Ryan’s house for his daughter’s birthday party an ...

    The Gift of Simply You(Post)

    The hustle and bustle of the holiday season is upon us. It is no new news that our culture and society tends to focus much attention on the gift-giving aspect of Christmas. The stress and pressure of ...

    Try These Transformative Strategies for Mental Health Enhancement(Post)

    Photo via PexelsBy Jackie WatersPrioritizing mental well-being is more important than ever, but it can be challenging to know where to begin. While traditional methods have their place, exploring i ...

    The Dishes(Post)

    By Cheryl NewbanksAfter my son passed away, I did nothing but lay on the couch, lay in my bed, sit and stare, try to absorb the shock, and try to make life, make sense again. I didn’t feel like doing ...

    THE EMPTY CHAIR(Post)

    In memory of Bill, my beloved husband and soul mate, who died in 2010.It’s a twenty-four-year habit. Every morning when I awaken, I look across the bed to see if you are there. If you aren’t, I look ...

    AN EARLY EULOGY(Post)

    AN EARLY EULOGYBY NANCY WORLEYWouldn’t it be appropriate if eulogies could be heard by the person before they die? Expressing gratitude before death, benefits both the giver and receiver and provides ...

    THE LAST GOODBYE(Post)

    One of the most intimate moments you will have in life is saying goodbye to a loved one for the last time. Whether your goodbye is planned, unreciprocated or lacking, there is usually a residual feel ...

    Mother's Day(Post)

    In the house with the tortoise chair she will give birth to the pearl to the beautiful feather  in the house of the goddess who sits on a tortoise she will give birth to the necklace of ...

    I Dreamed I Saw Alex(Post)

    Tim KoechlinI dreamed that I saw Alex. He was a tiny curious round-headed toddler with jam on his face who loved me totally and asked if he could sit with me. I said "Yes... but let's wipe your fa ...

    Second Chances(Post)

    The scourge of losing my twenty-six-year-old son, Paul Philip Grammatico, and his best friend, Michael, to a drunk driver leaves scars, and each day I chew on my thorns in the stunning reality of Pau ...

    Stormin’ Into Hearts(Post)

    My husband Eric was intensely fond of quail. His tattered copy of Margaret Stanger’s book That Quail, Robert sits on my shelf. Having spent many summers on Cape Cod, he was familiar with the northern ...

    Book Shelves and Cookbooks(Post)

    Pushing Through Loss in the KitchenMy late husband Mark was ever-patient, flexible with my whims and most generous. These virtues were tested when he had to deal with my thoughts about designing our ...

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