by Hollye Dexter | Dec 23, 2016 | #NotMyPresident, Grief, hope through adversity
Lately, I’ve been sifting through the rubble of what was my former optimistic self, trying to figure out what to make of what I’m filled with since the election, which is mostly this: pain and suffering and despair. Pain is real, and should be...
by Hollye Dexter | Apr 3, 2015 | Easter, Fire Season, Grief, hope through adversity, how to be happy, overcoming adversity, passover, star wars, the power of positive thinking, The ten plagues, when bad things happen to good people
It’s Good Friday today, although I seriously doubt Jesus would have called it that. Talk about a bad day. With Passover and Easter upon us, I thought I’d share my own tale of the seven plagues. Or is it ten? I don’t know. I just know that recently Troy and I seemed to...
by Hollye Dexter | Mar 22, 2015 | family, Grief, loss, loss of a loved one
Erin, our art teacher Phyllis, me and Anita, Getty museum 2000 –>It’s Saint Patrick’s day, and though I push away the painful truth that she is gone, I can’t get through a single moment of this day without thinking of Anita. Her beautiful Irish brogue,...
by Hollye Dexter | Jul 17, 2014 | Grief, surviving disaster, surviving loss
Tammey and I, talking about life. My cousin Tammey and I were born just months apart and grew up together like Irish twins. Our mothers are sisters. Sometimes, she and my cousin Tracey lived at my house. When my mom’s life was falling apart, we lived at their...
by Hollye Dexter | May 31, 2012 | Grief, losing a friend, loss, mourning, obituary, Randy Holmes
This was our gang, a rag-tag group of rowdy kids. That’s me, the little squirt kneeling in the front row, and that’s Randy in the red and white baseball tee. Somehow our cohorts Laura, Dani and Bret didn’t end up in this picture. We were a group of neighborhood kids...
by Hollye Dexter | Jan 6, 2012 | Gabriel Nussbaum, Grief, healing from loss, loss, mourning
For over twenty years, Troy and I have made music with Gabriel’s family. Together, we have filled ballrooms and venues all over the country with music and laughter and joyous sound. But before Gabriel’s funeral, I never knew the sound of four hundred human souls...