essays
my last grandparent
My grandfather died at 97 in his apartment in New York City on Thursday morning.
worthy of worth
Growing up with feelings of inherent worthlessness I fought to have worth.
the empty tub
On the other side of that is uncertainty, space newly emptied and ready to be filled.
snowed in on my mother’s birthday
Healing as if it’s a linear process / broken / healing / healed
feeling safely
When I bury or run from feelings, they still come out, just in strange ways.
guide to supporting grievers
Part of what makes grief so hard is that we don’t have a cultural framework for it.
being loved by someone I loved
It’s been a year since one of my best friends of the last decade left this world.
the limitations of grief
December was incredibly complimentary to grief. I wasn’t the only one who rarely knew what day it was.
the ever giving gift of christmas past
Underneath the Christmas tree was a minefield of disappointment.
