I started this one year after losing my mom. She was the person who shaped so much of who I am.
This space came out of that loss. I needed somewhere to put the grief — and to figure out how to keep living without her. So I started writing.
I write about what grief looks like in real life, how it changes the way you think, move, and make it through a day. I share the small ways my mom still shows up in my life, the things that bring her back to me, and what it’s like to figure out who I am without her.
She was not my first loss, but she was the loss that opened the door to letting grief in. Before her, grief was something that I endured. After her, grief became something I allowed and welcomed.
Her death brought me into a different kind of home, a place where love and absence can exist in the same room, where grief doesn’t have to stay hidden in the dark, and where I could stop trying to outrun the sorrow and start listening to it.
What began as a place to write about healing after my mother’s death, has slowly grown into a place to write about grief and all of its forms, the many ways we experience loss and carry love.
If you’re grieving someone, trying to heal, or just feeling a little lost — you’re not alone. You’re welcome here.
This space isn’t about answers. It’s about sharing what it really feels like to keep going after loss. I hope you see yourself in some part of it.
Where She Still Lives. 