I won’t kid myself thinking I can actually ever not care what people think. I am, after all, Lynn Haraldson: Worrier Extraordinaire.
I remember stopping for gas at a Super America somewhere in Minneapolis in April 1996, and before I got out of my car, KS95 started to play the Beatles' "Here Comes the Sun".
Self-Kindness (the “da doo ron-ron-ron, da doo ron-ron” version)
"Don’t forget to do nice things for yourself. There’s beauty in giving, and nothing says we can’t also be the receiver."
This is 40
I can’t say, “Has it been forty years already?” because when someone you love dies, even a day without them is a lifetime.
“Where were the adults?”: A 2023 Perspective on 1983
“Where were the adults?” they asked. “Why did no one take care of you?”
The Giving Cactus
I took it home again and repotted it not long after my father died. I kept it in the appropriate amount of sun, gave it the appropriate amount of water, and together, we began to heal.
Don’t Let Pride Get in the Way
What does it mean to “Don’t stop until you’re proud”? That seems like a lot of pressure to put on ourselves.
Cover Design Poll! (and an excerpt)
I’ve been pinching myself all week (and not sleeping well) as my book, An Obesity of Grief: A Journey from Traumatic Loss to Undying Love, is now in production mode. Edits are complete, and now we’re deciding on a cover design. Help us decide by clicking on this link: Koehler Books Cover Poll. (I promise … Continue reading Cover Design Poll! (and an excerpt)
‘Twas the Night Before the Night Before Christmas
Haraldson Christmas Rule Number One: No gift shall be opened until Christmas Eve. No exceptions.
The Unassuming Santa
I miss my dad all the time, but especially at Christmas, when I know children would be looking at him, thinking, Is that Santa?