Author: Leigh Grissom

Here’s the second post. – the Author ** Engage autopilot. Phase in Longest Day protocol. Run program. Sit. Wait. Let the hospice nurse in. She didn’t have a reason to be there other than she cared about our family and wanted to be with us awhile. Doorbell. The nurse lets in the hospice chaplain....

Here’s the first of two of the hardest posts I’ve ever written. I’ll write the other one tomorrow. Kisses – the Author ** Five years ago, right about now, I embarked on the Longest Night of My Life. Ten weeks of worry, of tears, of rage were coming to...

Dontcha just hate it when your brain slaps you across the heart and screams in perfect-Cher voice to snap out of it? Yeah, that happened to me yesterday. I won’t go into what the last six weeks have been like for me. I went on an emotional,...

It's been seven months. Seven months since this fucking virus locked the doors of the nursing home. Seven months since I've seen my father for more than the occasional FaceTime call (something I'm forever grateful to his nurse for setting up for us.) At long last,...

Hey, it's my blog, and I can mope if I want. I encountered the phrase "Creative Misfit" this week. It's really made me think. I've been struggling with "what's my place on this virus-wracked blue marble" and I have to admit that even the title Misfit...