On Grief, Christmas, and a Stockingfull of Suck
My Grief is like an unruly drunk - loud, obnoxious, obstinate, awkward, unsteady, out of tune and weepy - and there is no bouncer on earth who can kick it out.
On Being Cherished
When expressions of gratitude elicit dramatic side-eye.
When Everything Sucks: Notes from the Trenches
In case it feels like everything is awful. Here’s a little of what I’ve learned thus far.
Gestures of Goodwill
Last week, emergency sirens jolted me and my neighbors out of bed at around 5:00 a.m., shortly before a wicked storm dropped a tornado a few blocks south. Baffled and panicked, I stumbled into my Docs and promptly stood on the porch to see for myself what the fuss was about (I know, but that’s how Okies are wired).
