Remembering can generate both pain and power. August is the month of my youngest son’s birthday. If you’re new to my blog, the son I reference died by suicide in 2007. He was 21, I can’t imagine him any older than that.
I would guess many bloggers, like myself process by writing. I may mull over an issue for hours, days, or more depending on what I’m pondering. Then I journal to get it out and sort my thoughts. Recently, I did my processing by writing a free-verse poem. It started with two words that kept bouncingContinue reading “Processing Life”