Stories of a Death Doula

A blue glass vase of flowers against a window.


My hubby and I watched Supernova last night. At first, his only comment was something like, “Not much action, is

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Cup of coffee with a flower swirl on top

Death Café

When I mentioned I was hosting my first Death Café, there was an audible intake of breath. Or she might

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A smiling face with glasses.

Shiny Eyes

Yesterday was St. Patrick’s Day. It would also have been my 20th wedding anniversary. When  a colleague at work asked

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