It is a little after 3:00 p.m. and Cayce just ran up the stairs to the third floor at a surprisingly fast clip for a chubby boy, after standing in the middle of the living room bellowing his guttural two-part meow. He’s been doing this strange meowing several times a day since Cody left us […]
Category: Grief
In Memory of Aunt Celie and the Howl of the American Wolf
Note to Readers: Spoiler alert. You may want to skip the last paragraph if you are going to read American Wolf: A True Story of Survival and Obsession in the West. I don’t know exactly when it will happen, but I do know from past experience losing loved ones that this sharp, acute, spiky grief will […]
Three Things I am Grateful for this Thanksgiving and Probably the Only Post When I say “Thanks” to Three, Older White Dudes
Before I get to gratitude this Thanksgiving, grief and fear ask that I say a couple of words on their behalf. They didn’t expect to visit this year, but since the election and its aftermath dripped toxic chemicals all over my body, stripping away a protective coat that I didn’t even know I was wearing, […]