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Hello, Iām Hannah. Author nameā H. WEND. I write pieces on life, grief, and other things!
Aboutā
Welcome to my little corner of the internet! Iām a major introvert who loves to write. I adore blogging and find myself drawn to create pieces that are usually inspired by lifeās difficult things. Some of my writing interests also include poetry, lifestyle, fiction, and self-improvement.
I write many pieces on navigating loss and life as a grieving daughter. I created this blog in honour of my late mother, Jo-Anne. You can find pieces written for and about her here.
Contactā
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Latest Posts
- Quote Collection | āTo Feelā ā H. WEND
Sometimes, to feel āØis all that is needed.āØāØĀ© H. WEND 2023 Dear Jo-Anne - One Year of a Different Kind of Grief ā For Dad
In May 2022, I received a phone call that my father, had been struggling with COVID-19 and was likely at the end of his life. It was completely unexpected. My heart sank, my stomach fell heavy, and the air around me grew thick, but my body, my entire being, felt as though I had been dropped into a deafening, swirling abyss. - Things I Learned in My Twenties | 1. Courage to Enter the Arena
I recently created a collection to share my favourite quotes, and I posted a passage from Theodore Rooseveltās “Citizenship in a Republic” speech, which he delivered at the Sorbonne in Paris, France, on April 23, 1910. The passage is called āThe Man in the Arena.ā Learn what it means to me and why itās an important lesson Iām taking from my twenties. - Quote Collection | The Man in the Arenaā Theodore Roosevelt
āMan in The Arenaā ā a passage from Theodore Rooseveltās speech āCitizenship In A Republic” delivered at the Sorbonne, in Paris, France on 23 April, 1910. - āMeet Me Thereā ā by H. WEND
Iām thinking about the moments we spent together within our daydreams. My memories of the family room in the back, the hazy days when the sun shined through the windows are fading. Share yours with me, and I’ll share mine. - To My Favourite Mothers This Motherās Day
Motherās Day isnāt quite what it used to be. For as long as I can remember, I have always known that I had a very special mother, that apart from strange blips in my adolescence, i always believed I was incredibly lucky to have had her. She was my lifeās greatest blessing. - Float and Recover
Part 2 to āSinking and Floatingāā The important lesson Iām learning at almost 30 years old is about recovery after hard stuff. - Sinking and Floating
The breakdown of my relationship has led to all the things youād expect in grief. But what I didnāt expect was to spiral all the way into grief- the grief I have managed to stuff into a drawer over my parentsā deaths.
Dear Jo-Anne 