When I began updating this page, I realized this past year has been more about joy than grief. The longer I do life the more I realize how much there is of both.
A friend I admire wrote this after the tragic death of a young family member:
Tears + laughter = LIFE
Hmm, that’d be a smoking tattoo.
I turned 40 this year, and I still don’t feel like a grown-up.
When I started this blog, I had planned to focus on grief, but this space has become much more than that. It’s about life — the beauty, the messy, the hilarious.
Here at Grief Happens, I tell some hard truths. Therefore, I LIE hard about our real names. I go by Vivianne — Viv or Vivi for short. It sounds formal. It’s not; I’m not.
I’m a yogi, a seeker, a friend, a partner, a mother, a daughter, a writer, an emotional train wreck from time to time.
I write about my two kids, Piers and Wallace, who are now eight and seven years old. They make me laugh, cry, pull my hair out and hyperventilate regularly, though less now than when they were toddlers.
I write about my relationship with Gil. We’ve been at it for 16+ years, and I’d love to say we’ve found the secret to success, but that’s hardly the case. We work at it. It’s a practice, and some days we’re better at it than others.
I write about whatever moves me in the moment and you’ll find topics ranging from daily life, parenting, mindfulness, mental health, medication, ADHD — mostly my personal experiences. The list goes on and on.
I lost my father to suicide twenty years ago, and while that altered my life tremendously, it made me more determined than ever to find and cultivate happiness. I believe in the power of humor to pull us from the depths, and I do my best to see the lesson in difficult situations. Some days that’s easier than others, but I believe it’s always worth the effort.
I hope you find something you like. I’d love to hear from you!
Other places to find me, though I’m not there much — I hang here at GH the most: