Today's prompt focuses on the senses, particularly how certain smells connect with your grief Dad, It’s a Saturday morning, not too early. I’ve started the kettle to heat water for coffee. In the meantime I make my way to my desk, by the window, you remember. I’m sitting down and the movement in the air… Continue reading Writing my Grief: Day 4
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Writing my Grief: Racism, Violence, and the Shit.
Dad, This isn’t really related, but I wanted to say it. The whole world is grieving right now. You told me once that I felt what the world felt. I do. You told me it wasn’t a bad thing. You told me I needed to know that about myself. Might have been one of your… Continue reading Writing my Grief: Racism, Violence, and the Shit.
Writing my Grief: Day 3
Day Three: 6.2.2020 You've made it this far. Keep showing up. Today's prompt is about living in a changed world, finding ways to live in the changed world: "I was living in a rainforest. I knew the trees and the frogs, the lush green life. With no warning, I got shoved into the desert. I… Continue reading Writing my Grief: Day 3
Writing my Grief: Day 2
If you could tell people something, tell them what is true, what is true about grief and love and loss, something they do not know, or can't know, what would it be? If you could address them, what would be said? You might start with: "what you don't know... " or: "what does not show..."… Continue reading Writing my Grief: Day 2
Death-i-versary: year 1
Dad, “ Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes... five hundred twenty five thousand moments so dear.... Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes. How do you measure, measure a year?” Lyrics, from the musical RENT. It’s one of my favorites, but I think that’s because it was the first one I watched.… Continue reading Death-i-versary: year 1
Coffee & Conundrums 