My Heart is Riding Shotgun
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The best of the best
The best of the best
Dec 31, 2022
In 2022, I went on 79 hikes, forty-four of which were on trails new to me. For the past three years, I’ve been documenting my annual hiking activity. It’s not a race. It’s not a goal.
In 2022, I went on 79 hikes, forty-four of which were on trails new to me. For the past three years, I’ve been documenting my annual hiking activity. It’s not a race. It’s not a goal.

We learn to sew
We learn to sew
Dec 10, 2022
My mom has a new teddy bear that keeps her company. She explained to the nurse how she sewed it including the Daisy patterned hospital gown. But the truth is, my Mom has never sewn. Or has she?
My mom has a new teddy bear that keeps her company. She explained to the nurse how she sewed it including the Daisy patterned hospital gown. But the truth is, my Mom has never sewn. Or has she?

Let them
Let them
Nov 18, 2022
On any given day we may look and feel a little different than a previous day. We are formed and influenced by experiences, both good and bad, and these live in our mind and body.
On any given day we may look and feel a little different than a previous day. We are formed and influenced by experiences, both good and bad, and these live in our mind and body.

A Big Personality
A Big Personality
Oct 22, 2022
I loved climbing trees as a kid. What an adventure - finding my way up and through the maze of limbs and examining the rooftops of neighboring homes feeling like I was being let in on some secret.
I loved climbing trees as a kid. What an adventure - finding my way up and through the maze of limbs and examining the rooftops of neighboring homes feeling like I was being let in on some secret.

Hell yes!
Hell yes!
Oct 7, 2022
With a pause in my step and a big sigh, I said it out loud. Why am I doing this? I’ve asked myself this before. It’s usually when I’m feeling tired, exasperated or even doubt.
With a pause in my step and a big sigh, I said it out loud. Why am I doing this? I’ve asked myself this before. It’s usually when I’m feeling tired, exasperated or even doubt.

Sacred moments
Sacred moments
Sep 17, 2022
I paused to smell a rose. With the scent, tears puddled in my eyes. Was it a memory, nostalgia, or just the pure beauty of it? I wasn’t sure.
I paused to smell a rose. With the scent, tears puddled in my eyes. Was it a memory, nostalgia, or just the pure beauty of it? I wasn’t sure.

Checking the box
Checking the box
Aug 27, 2022
Have you ever felt like an imposter? Uncertain about whether you could pull it off.
Have you ever felt like an imposter? Uncertain about whether you could pull it off.

Not always what it seems
Not always what it seems
Jul 23, 2022
I never thought much about summits until I moved to Colorado. If you spend any time on the trails, it’s part of your language here. The summit is the highest point on a mountain, and when you reach it
I never thought much about summits until I moved to Colorado. If you spend any time on the trails, it’s part of your language here. The summit is the highest point on a mountain, and when you reach it

I can be your friend
I can be your friend
Jun 30, 2022
How do you learn to be okay when it’s not okay? Even if we vow to see the bright side of our surroundings, to live in the moment, and to find joy, most likely...
How do you learn to be okay when it’s not okay? Even if we vow to see the bright side of our surroundings, to live in the moment, and to find joy, most likely...

I didn't mean to be a gunner
I didn't mean to be a gunner
Jun 11, 2022
The lowest. The hottest. The driest. I went on a hiking trip in Death Valley three months ago. More than a few people raised an eyebrow when I mentioned where I was headed.
The lowest. The hottest. The driest. I went on a hiking trip in Death Valley three months ago. More than a few people raised an eyebrow when I mentioned where I was headed.

What are we saving it for?
What are we saving it for?
May 21, 2022
When I was a young girl, I would save the last few pieces of paper from a memo pad or a set of note cards or stationery. It wasn’t for future use. The remainder would stay in its purest state.
When I was a young girl, I would save the last few pieces of paper from a memo pad or a set of note cards or stationery. It wasn’t for future use. The remainder would stay in its purest state.

Secret Angels
Secret Angels
Apr 30, 2022
I left my hometown in Indiana two months after my 18th birthday. I have lived in Johannesburg, Chicago, Atlanta, Charlotte, Davidson, Phoenix and now, Denver.
I left my hometown in Indiana two months after my 18th birthday. I have lived in Johannesburg, Chicago, Atlanta, Charlotte, Davidson, Phoenix and now, Denver.
About the Author
Hi, I’'m Yve!
I am an end-of-life-doula, a grief educator, a business professional, a yoga teacher, a writer, a nature lover, and a widow. Phew!
In 2019 I was shaken by a life event that has given me a precious opportunity to see and accept my truth — I am exactly where I’m supposed to be — and I'm not alone! With my knowledge and experience, I aim to support others in their journeys.



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I'd be honored to help you on your journey.
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