About Shanti

My Story

As a child of the 60s, my life has been full of joy and sorrow. In the civil rights and anti-war movement, I marched on Washington and found personal ways to express my desire for a better world. 

I've attended the Woodstock concert in 1969, hitch-hiked some 8,000 miles, and given birth to babies in the woods. After the last child was born in 1978, I landed in a mental institution, where I spent ten long weeks. 

I know grief, trauma, and loss like the back of my hand. In high school, six friends died in a single car crash. In 1989, a dear friend died with AIDS. In 1994, another friend took his own life. I spent years just trying to get through my days.

Between 2013 and 2018, seven family members died. Two baby great grandsons, a cousin's husband, both parents with dementia and heart disease, a sister to homicide, and my third born child, Naomi, to addiction and depression. You see, grief was always her downfall. It was mine, too. 

When I left Westborough State Hospital, I declared I would never return. I never did. I made a decision to help others who were suffering through trauma and loss. It took some years, but here we are today, Transforming Grief.

About Naomi