Patience & Fortitude

Homeless (where the heart is)

Homeless (where the heart is)

I had to call the landlord today about a possible water leak at the apartment. This simple act threw me into a long, dreary and painful panic attack. It is the absolute worst to be sitting on the bus, going to work, trying to count your breaths and not keel over like...

Sometimes we crack apart

It doesn’t matter how long ago we first started grieving, as children or adults, from a single catastrophic event or from multiple traumas, sometimes without any warning grief opens a door to feelings we locked away long ago. For me it has taken sixteen years...

Independence Day, 1996 – letter to a dead man

This letter is something I wrote about three months after my father died. It’s hard for me to read this letter; I was 26 and I think both my youth and my naiveté are pretty obvious, as well as my grief. I’ve changed a lot in the years since then. But I...

Grieving Futures: Part #17: The Happy Ending

We all want the Happy Ending, no matter how unlikely. I am still looking for it, and in the meantime, I own boxes and boxes of my parents’ keepsakes that I do not know what to do with. They were a unique sort of pack rats, keeping documents more than things, so...