One Year.

It's been a year since my dad died. 365 days. One year ago, on the night he died, I wrote down what I was feeling. I've been reluctant to publish these thoughts, but it seems right, it seems fitting to share them now, 365 days later. I hope you'll indulge me. I'm publishing this as … Continue reading One Year.

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Suckerpunch Memories | The Guerrilla Warfare of Grief

Here's the thing about grief: if you could schedule it, it wouldn't be so bad. Hour-long sessions of remorse and pain sprinkled throughout the work week would be tolerable if you knew that when the bell dinged, you'd be done and on to the next task. Grief would join the ranks of exercise and laundry; … Continue reading Suckerpunch Memories | The Guerrilla Warfare of Grief

Monday Musings: Of sexiness, missed anniversaries, and over-priced underwear…

Here's what's rolling around in my head: 1) I'm going to make some people angry now.  Not on purpose, but don't say I didn't warn you. I like feeling sexy. Pitchforks down, villagers. I am not, by an objective standard, what you might classify as "sexy". Meghan Trainor and I can bond over not being … Continue reading Monday Musings: Of sexiness, missed anniversaries, and over-priced underwear…