Gracefully Broken

After my son, Isaiah, passed away from brain cancer, words simply vanished. I was stuck in a profound silence, I was unable to articulate the storm of emotions raging within me. In that stillness, cooking became my refuge, the only way I could communicate the love that overflowed when words failed. It became a way to remember him, to channel my grief into something nurturing.  After my son, Isaiah, passed away from brain cancer, words simply vanished. I was stuck in a profound silence, unable to articulate the storm of emotions raging within me. In that stillness, cooking became my refuge, the only way I could communicate the love that overflowed when words failed. It became a way to remember him, to channel my grief into something nurturing. For years, I allowed myself to get caught up in past choices, fixating on what I could have done better. Hindsight makes it so easy to criticize our younger selves for what they didn't know. But I've come to realize the vital importance of...

  Gracefully Broken Hi, I'm Marielle Davis. I'm 45, living here in Florida. For 18 years, I've been blogging, spilling pieces of my life online, across all sorts of platforms. It's always been about… well, my life. What I'm going through, what I've been through. Trials, wins, the hard stuff, the feelings, the real-life mess of it all. I don't know if my life is 'normal' or not. All I know is, you live, and you have to change, you have to keep going. Giving up? Never an option. NEGU There’s this weird thing, this feeling, this voice inside. Growing up, I was told it was God. And even now, I haven't lost my faith. I still believe. It's just... different. My understanding has shifted. That's a story for another time. Staying on track is my biggest problem. For a year, I've tried to pull all my stories, all my blogs, and make sense of them, make them me. I know I have a story. I know there are people out there who feel like they don't...