Someone asked me recently if I’ve been writing. He asked me why when I told him no and I said, “Because I’m happy.” Saying that was equal parts true, false, and made me feel like a phony. It’s true because … Continue reading Avoiding
There, I said it. We’re just over a week out from the 2-year anniversary of John’s death. Boggles the mind. The last two years have been … Continue reading Grief’s a Bitch
When I started reading things about grief after John died, I frequently came across the idea that the second year of grief is more difficult than … Continue reading Grief: Year Two
When I was in middle school, I became friends with a girl whose mom had died. I remember coming home one day after hanging out with … Continue reading A Mindful Mother’s Day
Last year on this day, I had no idea that I had less than two weeks left with John. I had no idea that going to see Lion that evening was the last movie we’d ever see together in theaters. … Continue reading Valentine’s Day
About a month after John died, I went to get a haircut – my first in many moons. Continue reading The Hairdresser.
It’s been about 281 days since John died – about 284 since I last felt his eyes on me. Continue reading A Start.