My story

When an old friend died, regret came first. Then a reminder of how to live with death in mind.

Why real healing work sometimes makes you uncomfortable, and why that's a good sign.

After my dog Bonnie died, I found real value in looking at death, literally.

Years ago someone said to me that it was such a pity that my dad wasn't here to see the amazing healing work I was doing with grieving people.

On the anniversary of my dad's death, a reflection on the choice we make every day about our grief.

The answer to the question "do you get sad or depressed with this work?" is absolutely unequivocally "no".

I think the best way I can honour my dad is by being the best Kristie I can be.

Sitting at the hospital bedside of a friend who is dying, and why it felt like an honour to be there.