. But when I parent my inner child - that little collection of her memories that I carry - I finally understand at how society, my family, and my beloved late husband had all molded into their version of who they wanted me to be.
Tag: grief
Empathy in time of crisis
Kindness is going to be the most valuable commodity we can share with one another...
A tale of two mournings
It's hard to reconcile mourning something that you know wouldn't be right for you anymore, even if it were here.
Non Sequitur – A Birthday Request
My birthday is coming this week. I'll be 39. Save the date for next year. There will be a celebration. But for this year, it's pretty low key. Back in my 20s I set the standard that I only celebrate the Zeros and the Fives with parties, but the rest of the birthdays pass by… Continue reading Non Sequitur – A Birthday Request
Seven: On the occasion of my wedding anniversary
I wonder, had this been a relay and not a reboot, if he'd been around to meet you, how he would have felt about this quirky situation of ours?
1000: Even deeper than I thought I’d go
We all suffer, in varying degrees and for different reasons - but we all suffer.
Countdown to year three
I'm 11 mornings short of three years. Like with most of my traumas, I'm able to talk about it now with time-seasoned detachment. It's a story that happened to someone else - a different version of me. But sometimes the emotions sneak up on me. Like, when I'm approximately 12 mornings short of three years… Continue reading Countdown to year three
For me, it was Anton Yelchin
We lost a lot of our heroes, idols, role models, and artists this year. For many people, a David Bowie, a Harper Lee, an Alan Rickman, a Muhammad Ali, or a Carrie Fisher might have been the person they could look to in an isolating world and feel less alone. Did you know Alan Rickman… Continue reading For me, it was Anton Yelchin
Can you help me? (Or: Why I’ll never allow a television in my bedroom again)
It's not surprising that he's crept into my thoughts more during the past week. I learned how to Christmas with him in my life. Doesn't help that google likes to remind me what happened "on this day" X years ago. Anything more than 3 years usually includes memories of the time that my label was… Continue reading Can you help me? (Or: Why I’ll never allow a television in my bedroom again)
From the secret archives: Passing the Torch
For you, I am not descended from the heavens but grown from the earth.
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