"I make my livin' off the evenin' news Just give me somethin', somethin' I can use People love it when you lose They love dirty laundry" – Don Henley This song feels tailor-made for the era we’re living in. I think about it every time I open my blog dashboard and see that—surprise—posts about trauma …
Continue reading Dirty Laundry and Other Sacred Relics
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
Okay, well… the way things are going, we’re still not circling back to the Change Series just yet. If I’m going to tell that story properly—especially the part between the Army and civilian life—I need more time to flesh it out. I rushed past too much in the first …
Grief has layers. People don’t always realize that. It shows up with casseroles and pity-laced texts, then leaves when it gets uncomfortable. But grief, the real kind, the kind that’s feral and unforgiving — that grief stays. It stains everything, including the quietest corners of the house. It even …
Continue reading When the Tail Stops Wagging: Grief and the Ones Left Behind
