Becca Kello

grief

  • I’m Not Okay

    The carpet had tiny specks of maroon and gold that danced on the dense forest green of the hotel conference room carpet. I remember the carpet so well because my hand was on my heart and our session was being… Continue reading

    I’m Not Okay

  • Reflection: God as the Stranger

    It was my first real death, a few weeks into my time at the hospital, I was far from the wide-eyed new chaplain, but I’m hardly seasoned either. It was particularly hard. An all day process, everyone involved knew that… Continue reading