Tag Archives: grief

Good Grief

Lolly Winston   I Know, I know as I drive up 280 to work the next morning, that I should not be wearing my bathrobe.  But I can’t stay home from work another day, and I simply couldn’t get dressed this morning.  This is Sophie Stanton’s reasoning before she heads into the office to give …

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Old Pig

Margaret Wild Illustrations by Ron Brooks     “Now,” said Old Pig, “I want to feast.”… “Look!” said Old Pig.  “Do you see how the light glitters on the leaves?” “Look!” said Old Pig.  “Do you see the clouds gather like gossips in the sky?” “Look!” said Old Pig.  “Do you see how the trees …

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Each Little Bird That Sings

Deborah Wiles Ten-year-old Comfort Snowberger has attended 247 funerals–her family owns the local funeral home, after all. And even though Great-uncle Edisto keeled over with a heart attack and Great-great-aunt Florentine dropped dead–just like that–six months later, Comfort knows how to deal with loss, or so she thinks. She’s more concerned with avoiding her crazy …

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Tear Soup

A Book from Grief Watch Brought to us by Grief Watch, a bereavement resource, Tear Soup is a recipe for people of all ages who are traversing through grief.  Written by Pat Schwiebert and Chuck DeKlyen, and illustrated by Taylor Bills, this book is “better than a casserole” for those who have suffered  loss. Donate a copy …

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Now We Are Six

When I was One, I had just begun. When I was Two, I was nearly new. When I was Three I was hardly me. When I was Four, I was not much more. When I was Five, I was just alive. But now I am Six, I’m as clever as clever, So I think I’ll …

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Look for the Helpers

“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’ To this day, especially in times of ‘disaster,’ I remember my mother’s words, and I am always comforted by realizing that there are …

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Otters in the River

A Daughter Says Goodbye to Her Father   The way they somersaulted over one another, it was hard to tell where one otter ended and the next began.  The movement of one affected the motion of all the others.  All families are like this: intertwined.     I sat on the bank of the Sunriver.  …

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