grief

"You looked into me and I looked into you"

(& we were the same one looking).

Jan 14, 2024 •

Oh to choir the right praise

Avoidance, self-defeat, and poetry

Dec 3, 2023 •

Maybe it is the sun

Prayer and presence at serendipitous moments

Nov 12, 2023 •

Bedside goodbyes

Notes from a final visit with my grandfather, Moose

Oct 29, 2023 •

Time moves glacially

A place we all go to, in time

Jul 16, 2023 •

For when you're stuck in a spiral

May 14, 2023 •

My journey as a "writer"

May 7, 2023 •

Scripts we give ourselves

How seeing others in pain reopens and teaches me to break the script

Apr 30, 2023 •

Vengeance is a lazy form of grief

A lesson from my sangha

Apr 16, 2023 •

Magmatic fissures

A how-to guide to grieve

Mar 19, 2023 •

How to dig a fence post (or hang up Jesus)

And how loving and caretaking people with severe mental illnesses is often parents' second full-time-job.

Feb 26, 2023 •

Gifts left to give

The complexity of objects: How difficult it is to touch the memorabilia of who we've loved.

Feb 19, 2023 •

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