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Pathways Center for Grief & Loss Workshop

Finding Strength From Your Whispers Perhaps you have a friend or a loved one who has suffered a loss. It is a lonely, difficult time. I know. When I discovered my whispers after the death of my [...]

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York Pathways Center for Grief & Loss Workshop

Finding Strength From Your Whispers  Perhaps you have a friend or a loved one who has suffered a loss. It is a lonely, difficult time. I know. When I discovered my whispers after the death of my [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Thirty-seven

The small speck tucked inside the pure, white shell reminded me of the early stages of my confidence. My little voice began as a tiny seed in my head. Years of life experiences nourished it and [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Thirty-five

I like order. For one thing, all of my can good labels face outward on the shelves. In my closet, I line up my shoes by color. In addition, the the toilet paper sheets roll over not under in each [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Thirty-one

I rely on others for comfort in times of need. In turn, I try to offer supportive words when I can. However, sometimes I fall short. But my priority is to show up. Ocean Whisper: When I [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Twenty-nine

There is a reason why my footprints dwell behind me on my morning walks. They tag where I have tread. Ahead of me, the damp sand is vast and untouched. The coastline represents the potential of [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Twenty-eight

I picked up the surviving sliver and asked, “Where are the other pieces?” I was once broken too. Loss separated me from the life I had with another. I turned inward. There, a little [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Twenty-six

Tight shell on her back, she crawled out of the water. Although the lack of ability to grow in a linear fashion limited her, she knew what to do. It was time to shed her hard exoskeleton on the [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Twenty-five

Parasites attached themselves to her exposed exterior. In turn, she became the reluctant host. She struggled to shake them loose. But they had already latched on and began sapping her strength. [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Twenty-three

She was known as the Queen of the Sea. Years of salty waves pitted and scuffed her once smooth ebony shell. All of her inhabitants moved out.  Her spiral interior is empty. I pushed away the sand [...]