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
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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…
An Open Letter to: The Asshole in My Life, I Just Can’t Help But Love
Hey, I wanted to check in and say... I love you. And... You’re an asshole. Unfortunately, it’s still true. I know you’ve probably heard it before. And I know it’s probably hard for you to believe. That’s because your ego is even bigger than your glaring personality issues. Lack of empathy, manipulative and violent tendencies,… Continue reading An Open Letter to: The Asshole in My Life, I Just Can’t Help But Love
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.)
Writing my Grief: Day 4
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
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
What will this blog look like?
It’s been about two weeks... I’ve written about racism, social justice, grief, birthdays, and other life components. I know I’ve mentioned some of the projects I have going and some of my other interests. I’ve been thinking about what I want to write about from here on out... I know I’ve already mentioned what I… Continue reading What will this blog look like?
Coffee & Conundrums 