Where You Lead
I realized how much of my life I spent thinking my mom and I had a Gilmore Girls-style relationship. That I was out in the world, blazing a trail and she would eventually follow.
Grief Whack-a-mole and Memoir Writing
Grief never feels the same twice and it sure as hell doesn’t send you a warning.
Unlucky in Death
It’s like there is a law of diminishing return when it comes to death and grieving —people can understand one tragedy, but two? That’s too many.
Motherless Daughter
She has felt so close to me the last couple of weeks, as the moon moved to fullness and the photos of galaxies from we have never seen before were revealed by the James Webb Space Telescope. Some of the photos looked like distant party lights to me, beckoning us to dream, to go further, to wonder at what might be out there.