• Grief,  Poetry


    Sometimes anger comes after lament and we have to hope it’s not too late to pay attention.

  • Faith,  Grief

    What Matters Most

    Today marks 4 years of time without my mother. Which seems absurd. Something about another revolution around the sun makes me a little sick, like on a carnival ride. We’re moving too fast. How the hell did we pass the Fun House again already? I was prompted this morning to consider that grief reveals the things that matter most to you. I get that. I miss being seen and known by her and loved fully; support and safety matter to me in relationships. I miss our shared history; the stories only she can tell and the way she saw me that only she could; my personal history and other peoples’…