Victoria Grace DoyleExcuse Me, I’ve Not Been Myself: An Essay on GriefContent Warning: Miscarriage, Baby Loss, GriefOct 28Oct 28
Victoria Grace DoyleSipping the wisdom of misery: The highs of lifeThere is an old adage that says something about how life never gets less hard, we just handle the hard better. When I think of the hard, I…Feb 7, 2023Feb 7, 2023
Victoria Grace DoyleInto The UnknownAbout a year ago, we started discussing this Big Move. It was in October during a visit to Michigan in all it’s autumn glory that we…Jul 24, 2022Jul 24, 2022
Victoria Grace DoyleHome is wherever I’m with youThis has been a long time coming.Jul 9, 2022Jul 9, 2022
Victoria Grace DoyleThe Story of a ShotgunI am a substance abuse counselor. I work with a special population of individuals affected by trauma. The disease of addiction begins with…Dec 20, 2020Dec 20, 2020
Victoria Grace DoyleThis Old FarmhouseIf all these walls could talk, they’d groan with the stories of decades passed in this home. Our children have spent the better part of…Nov 15, 2020Nov 15, 2020
Victoria Grace DoyleMonogamous Birds of a FeatherI can hear you breathe as you sit in the other room, listening to a lecture on American History. You sit in the bright light in front of…Aug 31, 2020Aug 31, 2020
Victoria Grace DoyleAt 31Finding a place to write from, emotionally, can be incredibly difficult for me. A number of years ago, I stopped writing after I felt like…Aug 8, 2020Aug 8, 2020
