I write almost everyday. I make a point of writing about social justice and grief often, because they matter... and because they don’t often get the attention and thought they deserve. But also because writing is a way of processing for me... and these are things that take processing. Nick and I have made lots… Continue reading Grief Dreaming
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Panic -my grief
When he said that you were dead. My second memory of you crying, was when your grandma passed. I know you felt loss, maybe even like I do. But I’m glad you had Grandma and Grandpa. I don’t know if I have any other moments in time, quite so imprinted in my skull as this… Continue reading Panic -my grief
Smells, Sights, and Sounds – My Grief
From the smell of his old hat wafting around me when the air stirs just right to the beep beep beep of my new alarm clock that sounds strangely like his. From the cold air on my face, tilted up to the sky, like nights out snowshoeing under a blanket of stars. To the squish… Continue reading Smells, Sights, and Sounds – My Grief
Gone A Year and a Half.
This year, the new year didn’t sting quite as bad. I’ll always wish you were here, but if there was ever a year to skip out before it was 2020. Seriously... it was fucking shit show rodeo. I can’t wait until the Orange Clown is ousted, Dad. You would’ve toast with me... though I think… Continue reading Gone A Year and a Half.
Moving -my grief
It’s been so strange moving forward again. But by bit as we find new ways to do things and as our lives naturally start to move with the passage of time… after what felt like an eternity in strictest quarantine. I lost my dad a little over a year ago. The first four months were… Continue reading Moving -my grief
Coffee & Conundrums 