The Reckoning
Your wings were ready. My heart was not. This quote popped up in my Pinterest feed last night buried between recipes about homemade chicken pot pies, Christmas appetizers and running exercises. I’m working on a book about grief so I imagine there’s some logical algorithm explanation for this moment of clarity that literally scrolled in […]
Grief and Gardening
This month, an essay I wrote about dad and gardening was published in Northern Gardener magazine. You can catch a glimpse of it here. It was shortened a bit since in typical Probst fashion, I was a bit wordy – so the full version continues on below. I learned a lot from my garden […]
When all you have is words…
The decision was made in an instant but years in the making. “I love you girls but I cannot keep fighting. Please don’t be mad.” A glance at the nurse and a plea. “Please. I just want to go in peace.” Suddenly we are out of time. After years of ups and downs navigating a […]
Mother’s Day Gratitude
My son turned 21-months today. Tomorrow I run my first half-marathon in a year. Sunday is Mother’s Day. This trifecta has my mind spinning with emotions – some high, some low – but all of it is topped with gratitude. When I decided I’d run the Journey’s Half-Marathon six months ago, I didn’t realize it […]