Anyone else feeling sort of...apocalypsey…these days? Us,

Creating, maintaining, revisiting and enforcing boundaries

Deciding the things we do and do not take seriously is a personal journey, especially when grief is present.

Where the thoughts started out with how much more we wish we could do, and we end up in big self-gratitude for how much we're already doing. Expectations and but-ifs and what-about-isms be damned. Welcome to The Dark Tip of The Bonersode.

Anyone else feel like they could really use a clone or 10?

We gather with Jenn to scrape the surface of the big world of healing. Reiki, Chi Kung, therapy, touch, care for the elderly, vulnerability – this is a life-long process of unpacking grief and healing is not linear. Turns out even your problems have problems. Still, the cards confirm that you are worthy, you are loved, and you are on the right path.

Grappling with the aging process - the grief and the freedom within it, and where some of these feelings come from. Life is not for the faint of heart and the longer we last the more interesting things get. Happy aging, everyone. It beats the alternative.

Join D and Micki for a conversation about The Art of Forgiveness aka The Forgivisode. Sort of a Part 2 to The Art of the Apology and sort of it's own thing altogether. What does forgiveness mean to you? Who needs it? We all get to draw those lines where we choose, but it may BEHOOVE you to ask why.

Tell us what forgiveness means to you.

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This one right here...D and Micki were excited about this one. And frankly, don't feel the need to say a whole lot more than the title. Listen, relate, and wherever you may be, yell all the appropriate things when you see fit.

Another great conversation with a fantastic human! D and Micki chat with D's childhood friend Donovan about why social media isn't necessarily the worst, leaving space for life and death disruptions, navigating racism, family loss, vulnerability, support between men, where the warrior resides, and grief, and grief, and grief. And life, and laughter, and life. But please. For heavens sake. No dick sauce.