About

I am Michaela Lawrence Jeffery which means, in part, that I am a writer.

I write about loss and the labored, slug-like movements of grief that we make when someone we love dies.

There’s also… 
…the death of an eye. 
…the death of a fetus.
…the death of love.
…the death of (name your slug-inducing pain).

I write about loss when it’s raw, even though that’s contrary to the advice some writing professionals will give you. I’m not writing the raw moments for New York Bestseller bragging rights. It’s the catharsis I’m after and I’ve found that, even in the raw, I do enough editing to help you see your grief in mine. You then realize you’re not alone (as cheesy as that sounds) and a little voice within whispers give it time…for now, be here.

I don’t only write about loss. I write about the random realities of life such as the growing pains of work, the writing life, and laughing at my children. Much of my writing is reflective, not instructive. I respond to comments, so feel very free to let me know what you think of something I’ve written.

Till later,
Michaela

PS. I use wordhabit because the chances of everyone getting the spelling of my names all correct are pretty low.