It’s been so long since I wrote on this neglected little space of mine. I wonder when I hit publish if it even will, or just collapse like a dying star. Ah well. 😉 In the nearly 4 years I’ve been off this space, so much has happened and yet – so much is the…
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Flashbacks
I stopped at Starbucks a while ago, and a barista who has worked there for years (and saw me come in all the time after Kaden died and I was writing for Babble) asked what I’d been up to lately. “Are you still writing?” she said while tapping in my order to the screen. I…
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Death Becomes Her
Last week I sat on my therapist’s couch, trying to explain how I felt lately. “It’s almost as if,” I paused thinking of how to word it. How did I feel? I raised my hands up to my throat without even knowing it. “As if I’m suffocating. It feels like death is everywhere I look,…
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When He Goes
So. This is a hard post to write for many reasons, but if I’m going to keep writing on here, I really feel like I have to eventually tell it. Sam and I have already talked (several times) since it’s about him, and he encouraged me to write. It’s a bit long so grab a…