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“So when are you going to have kids?” “You should really get started on that.”
I can’t tell you how many times I heard that from people. Especially my own mother.
I suppose it made sense, since having four kids was a big part of her identity. A peak experience. And if pressed, » Read more
I do not come from anywhere special, just a little town in the Maine woods. My parents both grew up poor, although my father did pretty well for himself. He was incredibly intelligent and hard working and made a name for himself in construction, a blue collar trade. This meant that my parents ended up very comfortable, » Read more
I made a deal with my parents when I was a teenager. If I got confirmed Catholic, I could stop attending mass. I hear a lot of other kids who were raised Catholic were offered the same deal.
Confirmation is a ritual that normally happens in the teenage years (around 14 or so). » Read more
When it comes to my living situation and my love life, I’m easily the happiest I’ve ever been.
I like my job. I love my home. And I adore the person (and animals) I share my home with.
By a lot of metrics, I’m very successful. I’ve built a very stable life that makes me happy. » Read more
It isn’t just what happens to you. It’s how you interpret it. The lessons you learn. The way you talk to yourself about what has happened and apply that experience to the future.
The stories we tell ourselves matter. About what has happened to us, about what is currently going on, about what tomorrow might bring. » Read more
In the space below, draw yourself, and highlight where you feel your grief physically. (It doesn’t matter if you’re a shitty artist. Just put something on the page.) Is it an ache in your chest, a sinking in your stomach, a twisting in your head?
–Steve Case, F**k Death Workbook
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In the early days, » Read more
If only wonderful and amazing things happen to you, you will never learn to be brave.
–Steve Case, F**k Death Workbook
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As I’m approaching my fourth anniversary of posting an essay every single day (which will fall on 9/1/2020), I find myself looking back and realizing all the things I didn’t know about writing in public before I set out. » Read more
Like a lot of other people, I’ve been having a rough spring and summer. There’s the pandemic of course, making an inescapable impact across America.
But I had a big personal challenge in late April when my father passed away. Grieving is never easy, and I’ve found that it’s doubly difficult during the pandemic, » Read more
We’re up early for the weekend. My husband has some errands to run, ones that are better done in the morning. But before he does, he wants to give our cat his insulin.
This is only the second day we’re doing this, pricking the cat’s ear with a lancet and getting a tiny drop of blood for the glucometer. » Read more
I have a couple of prayer cards from my father’s service in my home. One of my sisters scooped them up for me, from the wake in Maine, and mailed them to me in Texas. They have Psalm 23 printed on them. You know… “The lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.”
Right there underneath his photograph and his birth and death dates. » Read more
