Survival

I’m Waiting for Despair to Transform Into Something Else

I Woke Up Cheerful This Morning, For Once

When You Reach That Point Where You Can’t Pretend You’re Okay Anymore

Out with the Old Brain, in with the New Brain — the Grief Brain

It Matters Even More Now That I’m a Klutz. Thanks, Pandemic.

Some of Us Struggle Like Birds

You’re Gone. Everything Has Changed. But Nothing Has.

I’ve Never Quite Known What to Do With Birthday Cards

When Someone Dies, Just Say “I’m Sorry For Your Loss.” Let the Grieving Person Know You Care But Don’t Risk Saying Anything Dumb.

Why I Write So Much & Why I Don’t Show Anyone Most of What I Write