Category Archives: Coping with Grief

Surviving Tragedy With Art, Poetry and Sex

Surviving Tragedy With Art, Poetry and Sex

The saddest condition of heterosexual mating is the loss of a child. Compounding this devastating misfortune is society’s projected destruction of the intimate bond that created the loving environment for that child to blossom.Read More

A Rolling Fog on a Fading Sea

A Rolling Fog on a Fading Sea

One word creates feelings that crawl up my spine like a rolling fog on a fading sea. Like a thick sodden mist it leaves nothing to see.

It floods memories of mind with the moods of childhood, back to those feelings that struggled to understand that to truly exist, to truly be me I must learn to be free.

Free to stand face to face with the wind that blows the fog off the seas, free to stand proud and not bow to my fears on weak bended knees.Read More

An Abstract of a Tree, a Bird and a Child’s Spirit

An Abstract of a Tree, a Bird and a Child’s Spirit

Roderick was six when he took my hand and led me out to our van. He told me where to drive. “I’m getting Mom a plant for Mother’s Day.” Ten minutes after we parked at a nursery he struggled out with a little plant in a big pot. I was not to help. The gift he chose had to go from his hands to his Mom’s. Anita’s plant was destined to become a living testament to Roderick’s individuality. He was killed in a hiking accident at sixteen. The plant, by then a little tree, lived for thirty-six years.Read More

Christ, Closure and the Crazy Callousness of Christmas

Christ, Closure and the Crazy Callousness of Christmas

We have viewed life from the extreme while living in the midst of conformity. It was never easy. Easy was stripped away long ago. The short dark days of winter slice away the long lingering sunsets of summer exceedingly fast on our West Coast. Early October we were lying nearly naked in the hot sandsRead MoreRead More

Our House is Buying another Round for Sailor

Our House is Buying another Round for Sailor

I am, as you see, obsessed. The cage beside my desk is gone. The ceiling-high Corn Plant’s draped leaves wait in vain for the sharp toes of comically-large feet that ravaged its branches many times every day. Yellow fluff lingers at its base. The cozy secrecy of the corner I shared with Sailor is exposed.Read MoreRead More

Let Us Buy You a Round for Our Sailor

Let Us Buy You a Round for Our Sailor

Three years ago today, a tiny bird flew in through the open patio doors of our 22nd floor apartment. She landed on my head. Brilliant yellow with flecks of black to match her shining black eyes, Sailor became the cheerful story we loved to tell. Her story exploded in our hearts two weeks ago. WeRead MoreRead More

Whores in a Cage: The Imprisonment of Sexuality

Whores in a Cage: The Imprisonment of Sexuality

Finches nest on our balcony. Crows and gulls make their homes in the trees and beach below us. Eagles use updrafts from the apartment towers to soar over the bay. We love the sense of freedom birds convey. Their valiant efforts to survive seem effortless. Three years ago a brilliant yellow budgie flew in theRead MoreRead More

Sexual Healing

Sexual Healing

From her studio in San Francisco, Betty Louise used the above phrase in our interview on her radio show Living an Organic and Orgasmic Life. There is magic in music and that magic mates with the magical potential of sex extremely well in Marvin Gaye’s song Sexual Healing. The words have a double meaning forRead MoreRead More

When Making-Love Becomes The Savior, it is a Savior Full of Grace

When Making-Love Becomes The Savior, it is a Savior Full of Grace

The March sun was shining, the snow was melting, the mountain trails were slick and the edges along the cliff were crumbling. Our son fell to his death on the rocks of a creek bed two-hundred feet below. His body exploded when he hit those rocks and our conservative, suburban life was blown apart. ExtremeRead MoreRead More

A Couple’s Greatest Challenge: Creating a Personal Morality in our Sexually Dysfunctional World

Together: Applying our knowledge from Art Therapy and Chiropractic to Sexual Research was a natural flow that extended from surviving overwhelming tragedy by nature of our intense bond. Living with the death of our only child was far more intimate than the decision to work together to research sexuality with an applied approach.Read More