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I find the ocean troubling; its endlessness frightens me. Its vast and mysterious and it makes me feel about as small as the grains of sand beneath my feet. I cannot help myself from thinking that countless others have stood before the same ocean since its waves first arrived upon the shore. Some who crossed …

I remember telling my mom you were on the way. It was a moment I’d looked forward to for a long time, but as I sat with her on the phone I felt distracted by the huge pit in my stomach. Don’t get me wrong, I was euphoric at the thought of you; it’s just …

A week at the lake.  Twenty-five cousins running wild, barefoot and always a little bit damp.  Ice cream after dinner and 4th of July fireworks once the sun has gone down.  She missed all of this, everything that she would have loved. Subscribe to PhotoGrief to receive posts straight to your email inbox

Motherly love is a story that has no end. As long as there are good mothers, there will always be children who crave their unique kind of tenderness. I will never again be on the receiving end of my mother’s motherly love, but I am now the source of my daughters. I try to fill …

“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”
~ Pablo Neruda 

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“That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it’s reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.”

~Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever

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