ancestry

  • When the Ashes Come Home

    🌒🕯️ There are moments that don’t arrive with fireworks or fanfare.They arrive quietly.Almost casually.And yet everything inside you knows: this is exact. Yesterday, I was told I can prepare to receive my mother Gloria’s ashes. Almost a year later. 49… Continue reading

    When the Ashes Come Home
  • Healing Through Grief: Embracing Complicated Loss

    The Call that Changed Everything… February 5, 2025 I looked over at the dining table.My heart dropped, and simultaneously began to race,as my youngest son’s voiceseemed to fade into silence.A silence replaced bya once-familiar ringtone —now strangely foreign.A ghost note.A… Continue reading

    Healing Through Grief: Embracing Complicated Loss
  • The photo frame without a face…

    The Unknown, The Unnamed, The Forgotten, The Exiled… This empty frame is a threshold within my altar. It is the breath between names, the silence between stories. It is where absence is made sacred. And this I say:🕯️ To the… Continue reading

    The photo frame without a face…
  • A deeply layered ache

    …a tender, deeply layered ache I am holding. My reaction is not just about a forgotten date—it’s about what that date symbolizes. Birthdays, especially of our children, are etched into us not just as facts, but as thresholds of love,… Continue reading

    A deeply layered ache