Welcome. I’m here, and I’m glad you are, too. I’m Tricia Joy, lover of all things real: kindness, humor, story-telling, creativity, imperfection, God, honesty, cuss words, and a heck of a lot of and silliness.
All in Grief
My kids were seated on either side of me, not because I like to split my attention equally among them but because their bickering required it.
It’s OK is what we say to people when we’re holding their hands, rubbing their backs, holding back their hair. Why can’t we offer ourselves that same comfort all the time?
Am I blessed? Maybe. Am I lucky? Maybe? Am I a product of my own hard work? Maybe.
Am I grateful? You bet your socks off.
When I was a kid, nobody could really figure out what my dad did with the majority of his time. He seemed to move around the house looking somewhat laboriously engaged but at the end of the day he often had nothing to show for it and yet somehow appearing as though he desperately needed a nap.
“I had no idea I was holding all of these expectations for my kids and my mother’s relationship until I realized there’d not be one.”
I learned in Taco Bell my mom was going to die. For once, she and Dad chose words that were not coated in hope and partial truths. A fast food dining room was a fitti…
It was June 2012 this last happened. I can remember it hitting me then the same way it hits me this weekend: so much fullness and so much goneness that the only way for them both to exist is to be confused. People always ask if her birthday brings…
"Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return." And yet... "Which of you, if you had one hundred sheep, and lost one of them, wouldn't leave the ninety nine in the wil…
I'm not here to talk about failed security measures. I'm here to talk about nests. When something like Florida happens and something like Westerville, OH happens (which happens to be the tight-knit community where m…
This weekend nine years ago included a visit from my parents to Columbus, Ohio - where Scott and I lived at the time. They stayed in our little Clintonvi…
Scott and I talk about Duncan a lot. We visit his grave a few times a week (today was a beauty of a day to stand and talk to him). I do…
I have put a lot of thought into if/how this blog should continue to exist now that Duncan is gone. I went through an enti…
