Recorded for my mother, whom I had just moved into hospice. It was one of many recordings I made for her to help her move through this new landscape of loss and fear and anxiety so severe, she would often call me twelve times a day just to hear my voice, just to grab a hold of something. I suppose this was part of my healing journey as well -- the chance to move through a landscape of grief that had already set in.

Mary Oliver On The Journey

Motherhood

This Is What Depression Feels Like

Graduation Day Blessing

Tales from the FlipSide of Forty: A Breast Cancer Survivor's Adventure

The Dusty Road