Grief Is

Grief is like a snowflake? If you want to be poetic about it, okay. If you want to be honest about it, which I am going to be, grief is a demonic fucker that sneaks up on you when you least expect it. I buried my father seven years ago today. The morning of the … Continue reading Grief Is

Seven Years

Seven years can change everything.  I walked out of the house the other day and for the first time, I did not have issues about this moment. It's not about 'coming to terms', but maybe it's about 'coming to a new place'. Maybe it is a sign that my soul has learned how to handle this … Continue reading Seven Years