A raw letter to my mother three years after her death, reflecting on grief, sobriety, domestic violence, regret, family, military service, faith, and the complicated process of learning to forgive yourself.
Category: Grief
The Day Off That Wasn’t Just a Movie
A nostalgic trip to see Ferris Bueller on the big screen turns into a deeper reflection on memory, marriage, and the dangerous pressure to “make it work” at all costs.
More Death and Dying
Grief isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s quiet, complicated, and uncomfortable—especially when the person you’re supposed to mourn was never really part of your life.
When “I Love You” Becomes a Reflex
Three years into grief, I’m questioning whether “I love you” is always truth — or sometimes just fear of regret. In the wasteland and in life, maybe clarity matters more than repetition.