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
So I really do promise that the change blogs are out there somewhere—I’d say in a holding pattern over Detroit—but I will get back to them eventually. I think I’ve reached a real writer’s block on that front, and honestly, I’m kind of tired of change. It’s inevitable, always is, but it’s not a subject …
Well, it’s a very odd Sunday morning here in the city of salt. While not unheard of, it’s strange to have a storm roll through and cool the temperature down into the 50s in June. Given the blast furnace we’ll be living in soon enough, I’ll gladly take the break. …
Continue reading Trigger Warnings, Irish Spring, and Other Sunday Thoughts
Damn writer’s block. The weekend was kind of off for me. One of the things I’ve been doing lately—especially when I’m having a “bad day”—is throwing myself into some kind of project. Distraction therapy, I guess. The idea is that if I just push through something useful, it might shake …
Continue reading Scars, Strength, and the Truth About Trauma
