Tag: grief

  • A Post That Is Not About Writing

    It’s about grief. So really, you can stop there if you like. I won’t side-eye you at all if you back away slowly. But today is September 18th. This date has absolutely no importance to me or my family. No birthdays, anniversaries, deaths… there is nothing I can think of to attribute to this particular…

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  • To the Pain

    This has been a difficult year. In November of last year, a week before my birthday and with Thanksgiving right around the corner, I had a miscarriage at just shy of thirteen weeks of pregnancy. Three days after losing the baby, after coming home from the hospital and being ordered to rest and recuperate from…

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