Disappointed but appreciative

And here’s another thoughtful thought from Sabrina Friesen… I am mama to a sports fanatic.  My little guy learned his letters and how to sound out words by writing out the team rosters for the Blue Jays, Steelers, and the Jets. He’s learned how to Google search players and team lists, and spends countless hours …

A letter to Car: me

Dear Carolyn, A letter to Carolyn, from Carolyn.  That can sorta catch people off guard, including me. Why do we have to have the same name?!! It’s wonderful to be in love and getting married. I’m loving my life, excited about my future, and planning details of a wedding to the man of my dreams. …

A letter to Car: Your friends

Dear Carolyn, Life is messy, isn’t it?  Exquisitely so, maybe…but exquisitely messy. My marriage to your husband, I think, is a classic example. Even that sentence, sounds odd, doesn’t it? Let me explain. At your service, your love of packing shoeboxes for Operation Christmas Child was mentioned several times. Your husband said that you imagined …

A letter to Car: Your kids

Dear Carolyn, They wore red. Each of them. Their shirt or in their tie. It was your favorite color and one of the many ways they honored your memory that day. I remember them walking in to the church and down the aisle to the the front, all slow and somber and dressed up. They cleaned up real …

A letter to Car: Your husband

Dear Carolyn, I remember coming back to the office in the afternoon after I attended your funeral and told Melanie, “It was beautiful how he loved her. He spoke so well of her. He spoke to his sons about who she was in a remarkable way that taught us all a little about what makes …

A letter to Car: You

Dear Carolyn, It’s odd isn’t it?  The name, “Carolyn” isn’t very common, particularly with our spelling.  And yet we share it, just as we now share the same man as our love. What is even odder was that we shared the same profession. There’s not many of us Carolyn’s that are Occupational Therapists.  I avoided …

Bystander to Hero

Years ago, during grad school, I was flying back to California to study after a visit home.  I and the other passengers were sitting in the airplane while it was waiting on the tarmac. As we sat quietly waiting to taxi to the runway, soft wisps of smoke began to emerge from the ventilation system. …

The Leap into Love

I’m getting married. I’m engaged. Yep…the marriage therapist is herself entering into the commitment of a lifetime of love. I believe that we are created to bond closely with another.  I believe in the power of connection. I have watched and facilitated relationships heal with trust being restored. I know that research says that those …