Chloe Chronicles . . .

I was talking to my therapist today about dreams; how, once upon a time I wanted to be a writer. A comedy writer to be exact. And she said s...

I am feeling . . . invaded. The pain in my chest, the bubbles in my tummy, the mild shakes, and the draining act of breathing . . . All ...

It's been over a month since my boy passed and just about a month since my sweet Pepper passed away. Surprisingly I have been OK. I alwa...

I wrote this poem a mere hours before Pepper passed away on Saturday. It was a way from me to express gratitude to those that have been hold...

I'm starting to think I was an asshole in a previous life. Someone who made babies cry or put ketchup on pizza. My sweet Pepper passed...

I warn you, my lovely readers, I may go on quite a few blog entry diatribes about this horrible loss. If one thing therapy has taught me, wr...

I haven't had to mourn the loss of a loved one much in my 37 years. I suppose one can say I have been blessed because of this. And I do ...