July 2021… in MN for a funeral, I wrote this. And while it feels unfinished, imperfect, uncomfortable, wrong and a myriad of other largely negative feelings, that’s grief. A life stopped short feels that way too. Sitting in a bustling cafe in a little up and coming town in Minnesota, on the Mississippi. It's a… Continue reading Grief, Anxiety, and Life…
Tag: grief
It’s Been A While
I think it's easy to say that I may never manage true consistency in my posting. Unless of course we can consider my some what frequent blocks of absence a constant, in which case, I'm doing great. It feels as though a million things and nothing has happened since I last wrote. Politically speaking, the… Continue reading It’s Been A While
Grief Driving
Grief Driving ( written August 2020) Dad, Do you remember the summer mornings when you’d drive us to Munising for our days with Mom? Or when we’d leave the house early to go fishing? The hot afternoons, coming home from one of the little league baseball games or fishing trips? Windows down, music up, and… Continue reading Grief Driving
Grief Dreaming
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
An Open Letter to Experienced Grievers…
Yeah, a bit morbid perhaps to think of grief as something one can become experienced in, but I think accurate. But as I start to feel myself tipping into that category, I also find myself frustrated by just how unhelpful my own experience is. Unlike harder jobs, bullying, family struggles, and in some ways even… Continue reading An Open Letter to Experienced Grievers…
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
Writing my Grief: Day 6 (Because 5 got too weird.)
Day Six Touching into your grief can be brutal. Even when the pain never leaves you, sometimes purposely turning to face it can be exceptionally hard. So today, let's focus on kindness "For all you have been through, for all you have seen, kindness" "Let me be to my sad self hereafter kind." - Peter… Continue reading Writing my Grief: Day 6 (Because 5 got too weird.)
Coffee & Conundrums 