Christmas is part of that Great Story, and we either round its edges or fashion it into whatever tool we need to justify our cause.
I am agonizing over what to say. I could say I'm in mourning, but what I'm mourning has been burdening my heart for far longer than this election season. The tension knotted in my stomach, the nausea thick in my throat is not new. For years I have grieved for the divided state of my … Continue reading tears in the night
I learned in a social work course about grief, loss, and bereavement that the stages of grief do not exist. I watched my classmates' eyes widen as the professor explained with an irreverent toss of hand that there is no slow, steady progression through the realms of denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Grief is … Continue reading respite