Author: Heather Shtuka

The Gifts My Son Left Me: Finding Love and Strength After Loss

I have received many gifts throughout my life. Some wrapped in shiny paper and ribbon, some simple and unassuming, and others hand-delivered with the unmistakable clumsiness of tiny fingers eager to impress. Some gifts have been tokens of apology—because what marriage hasn’t needed a well-timed offering of flowers or chocolates? Others have been crafted with..

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The Language of grief

“Grief is the price we pay for love, an unwelcome visitor that speaks a language we never wanted to learn but must. It teaches us the depth of our loss, the breadth of our love, and the resilience of the human spirit.” – Unknown. Imagine having to learn another language. Some are born knowing this..

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The Art of Celebration

You do not need a festival to celebrate; life itself is a festival; celebrate your life.” ~Nitin Namdeo Growing up, there wasn’t a lot of celebrations. Oh sure, there were the national holidays and one’s birthday, but never those defining moments that happen throughout life.  Award ceremonies, track and field events, dance recitals or end-of-the-school-year..

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