Author Archives: writeithot
Regrets, I’ve Had a Few
The week of Father’s Day 2007, my dad asked if I’d come with him to a church he’d been visiting, and then to our scheduled lunch. At the time, I was teaching Sunday school at a different church. I could … Continue reading
Change the Bulbs, Fix the Windows
“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” ― Plato On New Year’s Day I gave myself one assignment – change every burned-out light … Continue reading
When it’s not “The Most Wonderful Time of the Year”
Ten years ago, while grieving the sudden loss of my father, I decided to actively avoid the build-up leading to Christmas. Thanksgiving had nearly done me in, and I couldn’t handle an entire month of cheer accompanying another grief milestone. … Continue reading
How Running a Marathon Led Me Back Home to Writing
This will forever be one of my favorite pictures, taken minutes after crossing the finish line at the Nike Marathon in San Francisco on October 14, 2012. Physically, mentally and emotionally WRECKED. The culmination of a really hard journey to … Continue reading
To The Woman Who Stole My Purse During My Father’s Funeral
We don’t know each other, but we’ve spoken once. Nine years ago. I was 27, and it was the day after my father’s funeral. You answered my cell phone. Dad loved writing letters, so it felt appropriate to write one … Continue reading
No Comment(s)
I broke one of my own rules: I read the comments. Like many watching Monday’s presidential debate, I was bewildered to hear a presidential nominee insinuate that our cyber security could be put at risk by “someone sitting on their … Continue reading
What I Want My Loved Ones to Know When My Depression Makes Me ‘Disappear’
I know my depression has returned full-force when I start to triage my life. The simplest tasks overwhelm me, so I begin to make silent, irrational deals with myself. “If you can get out of bed and make it to work on time, … Continue reading
When Meds are the Problem
Glennon Doyle Melton, one of my favorite writers and mental health advocates, recently shared this about the return of her depression, “You guys. I got a little jacked up again. And I’m in the middle of the mess now.” We often … Continue reading
Never Alone
For anyone who is grieving, some days are like this.
What a Stolen Purse Taught Me About Grief
My purse was stolen during my father’s funeral. His death was sudden. Unexpected. I got a late-night call that an ambulance was taking dad to the hospital, and he was brain-dead when I got there. Dad was 60. I was … Continue reading