Good old Facebook—if you use the basic settings, Facebook will remind you of everything that happened on a certain date in a certain year. Most of the time, they're not things that you always want to remember. There was a one-year series of about five or six shows on the Peacock network called *Swedish Death …
Continue reading Two years later and counting…
I am not okay. I hate saying that out loud anymore because I know what happens next: the calls, the messages, the well-meaning panic from people afraid I’m going to hurt myself. Let me be clear: I haven’t had any thoughts of self-harm since that unforgettable day in May. Some might argue that my …
Well, back from fishing in the Wasteland—yes, it’s a real thing now in Fallout 76—and I decided to revisit some journal entries from about 20 years ago. This was pre-MySpace, peak LiveJournal days. That platform was a chaotic mess in the best way. Looking back now, I can’t help but notice how some of my …
Continue reading LiveJournal, Wasteland Fishing, and the Absurdities That Keep Me Sane
After logging out of the Wasteland today to deal with the glitchy mess that is real life (yes even life has as many weird resets as Fallout76), I started thinking again about the weird ways grief works. Specifically, my own particular flavor of widowhood and how it stacks up against the experiences of others. I …
Continue reading Here We Go Again: The Grief I Didn’t Plan For
