by Jennifer Lendvai-Lintner It’s learning to live in unknowing. It’s letting experience guide when there’s seldom precedent. It’s...

Finding poetry in a dream diverted

Sharing a real, rare life

It takes courage to take a risk and ask us about Hilde or our situation, but want in on a little secret?

How can you be of any help to others, after all, if you pass out from lack of oxygen?

There was never going to be an ideal time to start, so I started right in the middle of the mess.

I couldn’t prevent grief from entering our lives, so I ceased making that the objective.

How can one survive in a perpetual state of unknowing?