A private podcast
Nobody's
Coming
A private podcast for the woman who became the only adult in the house.
Seven episodes. Nobody can see you listening.
Free. Plays in the podcast app you already use.
They brought food for about six weeks.
Then it stopped — the way it always stops, because everybody has their own kitchen. And you stayed in the house with what was left.
Everyone asked how your heart was doing.
Nobody asked who signs the permission slips now.
This is a private show about the part nobody helps with. Not the grief. The Tuesday.
The 6 o'clock hour with three people needing you at once and one of you. The blank second line on every form. The 9:30 quiet when nobody asks how your day was. The thing you think at 2am that you have never said out loud to a single human being.
I'm going to say those things out loud. Because somebody said them to me exactly zero times in five years, and I'd have given anything.
What's in it
- 1Nobody's Comingthe thing nobody will say to your face
- 2Count Themwhat you actually lost, and it isn't one thing
- 3You're Not Lazythe four-year misdiagnosis
- 4Whose Standard Is That?permission to put things down
- 5I Was Furious At A Dead Manthe one nobody says
- 6What They'll Rememberthe fear underneath all of it
- 7So We Build Itwhat to actually do
Two and a half hours. Listen while you make dinner.
Send me the feedWho I am
I was widowed at 43 with three kids under eight. I also have an MBA, I built a physician's practice from the ground up, and I've led a team of forty for sixteen years.
I'm not a therapist and I'm not a grief coach. Therapy works on your heart. I work on your Tuesday.
This isn't for you if you want someone to tell you it gets easier with time. I'll tell you it gets covered. That's a different promise and it's the one I can keep.
Free. Plays in the podcast app you already use.
Leave better than when you arrived.