Yes, I used AI to generate a graphic for the blog. Get over it! Today, the third anniversary of Pop’s death, I am quiet. I am reflecting on a journey that took me from a hospital room in Corinth to the depths of a broken heart, and finally, to a place of reclaimed grace. I have fought to be a phoenix rising from the ashes, and today I stand on solid ground. . The First Year: The Battle and the Break The first year was defined by a brutal fight for Pop’s dignity. I had failed

Christmas Poem To Ian/by Anne Hendricks The lights are bright, the carols play, As Christmas finds us miles apart. Though silence fills our second year, You hold your place within my heart. I send my love on winter’s breath, And lift a prayer to skies above, That you are safe, and warm, and held Within the circle of His love. No matter where your path may lead, Or how the seasons drift away, You’re cherished more than words can tell, This holy, quiet Christmas Day. #ianbrowni

My heart keeps its vigil in the white silence of winter, measuring the miles between us with the steady beat of hope. I still hear the ghost of your laughter— it catches my tears before they fall. I am waiting for the thaw, for the day the distance dissolves  I can finally hold you close again. #nocontact #love #poems

There is a unique kind of pain when your adult child, once so close, suddenly chooses silence. When the warmth of daily conversations and shared moments is replaced by a cold distance, it feels like a part of your heart has been put on hold. This silence often comes unexpectedly, sometimes influenced by new relationships in their life. As a parent, I find myself in a place of quiet hope, much like the father in the story of the Prodigal Son, waiting patiently for my adult chi

The holiday season often brings warmth, joy, and connection. But for parents who are victims of the No Contact movement, this time can feel isolating and painful. When relationships with adult children are suddenly cut off, the holidays may highlight the absence and stir deep emotions. Finding ways to care for yourself during this challenging period is essential. This post offers compassionate guidance and practical self-care choices to help parents move through the season wi

Ted, Waiting For His Boy, A Prose Beginning and Concluding in Couplets, August 1, 2025 Such is the pain that mothers must bear, such as the anguish woven into the air. He is Ted, the Boston, the low-slung loyal heart, who does not understand the calendar or the sudden void. He only knows his boy, now a grown man, is missing from the sound of the front door. He waits. His eyes are now clouded, his steps are slow and stumbling. He now bumps the chair leg; his gait is shaky.