I’ve slept like shit the last few nights—tossing, turning, always waking up in the middle of the bed, like the physical center somehow echoes the emotional void around me. As I was getting ready for bed last night, a thought kept bubbling up: God, I wish I had stopped ignoring the signs. I wish I’d …
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Author's Note – Two Years Later I originally wrote this piece nearly two years ago, in the wake of my husband's suicide. At the time, I was swimming in a sea of questions, grief, and societal expectations about what my relationship meant — to others, to me, and to the world. What …
Continue reading Two Years Four Weeks Later: The Hard Truth that was held in
Well, this one’s coming out later than usual today, mainly because of circumstances that aren’t necessarily bad—but they’re fucking troubling. It’s nothing I can’t handle, but the piece I originally wrote got benched. I called an audible, because frankly, I’m the only one reading this blog anyway. It’s for me. So …
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Do you ever wonder if people are just tired of hearing from you? That’s been on my mind lately—more than I expected. Ever since the fertilizer hit the ventilator, I’ve had a friend tell me, “You say too much.” And maybe I do. Maybe the resurrection of this blog …
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