Grief Diary #56: Beholder’s Beauty

I perk up during fall not only because of the colorful trees but also because of the freedom to let frail leaves wither. During the season, I have a few trails I try to…

Grief Diary #55: Movies and the Men

I wanted to watch Verity, a movie about a writer starring Anna Hathaway, but didn’t. Because it seemed too scary. I specifically avoid scary movies since I believe movies reprogram our minds and nervous…

Grief Diary #54: Showing up Fully

When you grow up conditionally loved (If you get good grades, we will love you. If you help wash the dishes, we will love you more. If you marry someone from another religion, we…

Grief Diary #53: Meaning Making

One guy I dated has a common name like mine. Actually, his exact name is not that common, but there are lots of derivatives of it. So, I see these derivatives everywhere: in books,…

Grief Diary #52: “Never Again”

One of my clients, a powerful, creative, beautiful, empathetic, and accomplished woman in her 40s, recently told me that she would never ever give her power away to a man. I agreed, because in…

Grief Diary #51: Plastered Grief

There was a time when I used to cut my fingers a lot. I traveled to Mongolia for work assignments and cut my finger while chopping vegetables and opening tuna cans. My co-workers helped…

Grief Diary #50: Loving the Shadows

We all come with the capacity to produce shadows. In coaching, we often say that every strength, when overused, becomes a shadow. Or I’d ask a client, how might you be leaning too much…

Grief Diary #49: The Ultimate Grief

Death is the ultimate grief. Or is it? Is it really worse than losing someone who is still alive but refuses to be in your life?

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A few years back, I used to take…

Grief Diary #48: Cramps, Genes, and Love

My father, my brother, and I have all woken up by cramps in the middle of the night. This is the gene of not drinking enough water or retaining minerals, I guess. It’s usually…