I didn't know I was upset until I was halfway through the woods. I started my walk like I usually do, face mask wrapped tight over my mouth and nose, headphones pressed to my ears, the Chi-Lites my soundtrack as I jaunted towards the Wallenberg Forest. I pried the headphones off as I left the … Continue reading the questions you don’t ask
quarantine meditation 1: number our days
We are surrounded by numbers right now. We always have been, but now numbers carry a different kind of weight as I scan through statistical graphs of how many people have contracted COVID-19 around the world. My eyes follow projected curves rising, flattening, and numbers point to the losses we have already experienced and the future we desperately hope for.
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.
tears in the night
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