Finding Peace in a Small Town Cemetery
This summer in Santa Fe has been a beautiful escape for me after losing my family. I reconnected with friends, took some watercolor classes, and finally visited my brother's grave after many years. It was a touching moment that reminded me of the love and memories we share.
New York, New Art, Same Aunt Jen
After losing my brother David, I grieved the relationship we'd never have and the chance to be an aunt. But through my friendships, I've embraced a new role as Aunt Jen. None of my "nieces" are blood-related, yet they mean the world to me, reminding me that family can be chosen.