Grief Diary #15: Staying Still, Serene, and Stuck

Imagine a long, lustrous river that skirts along a valley. Perhaps, the river of life. Lots of trees, shrubs, and massive stones on its banks. When it rains or the winds take all control,…

Grief Diary #14: First Time for Everything

Do you remember the first time you asked for one of your needs to be met? You might think you do this on the daily, but I’d encourage you to think more, think deeper….

Grief Diary #13: A Country That Broke My Heart

I moved to the US for my MBA at 27. It was dark, gray, and it rained all the time, like it was typical for Oregon. But I bought a red raincoat and gray…

Grief Diary #12: Weddings and Such

Whenever I see a happy wedding on TV, I grieve the wedding I never had because my first and only wedding (so far) was not raucously happy. There was no dancing, no elaborate toasts…

Grief Diary #10: Milky Way Memories

Whenever I see a beautiful image of the night sky and the Milky Way, I remember that night in Utah with my ex, how we craned our necks up in the stillness of the…

Grief Diary #9: Men and Their Woes

A few years back, on a first date, one of my exes complained about his previous relationship. “She always compared me to other guys who made more money or drove better cars.”

“So, why didn’t…

Grief Diary #8: Circumstantial Friends

I used to have a habit of jumping into friendships without examining if there was an actual alignment of values. I mean, until about five years back, I was barely able to articulate my…

Grief Diary #7: Integrating People

I had my last coaching session with my longest standing client today. We worked together for three years, and I got to support him through both his parents’ deaths and a layoff, although for…