grieving

Home Again: Followup to Hold On To Anything You Can

The sky is a crisp blue against the array of earth-toned leaves still hanging on to their perches. Squirrels dig, industrious, through the crackling fallen, searching out nuts, insects, whatever it is that squirrels search for at times like this….
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Hold On To Anything You Can

My mom always had a garden, everywhere we lived. That’s the first line of a eulogy I’ve already begun writing for her. Here’s one of my notes, jotted down during a doctor appointment this time: …the clinical staff seem really…
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On Seeds, and Leaving Facebook…

Begin where you are. I’ve given that advice so many times it seems etched into my bones. When you’re at a loss for what to write, start with something real nearby: the temperature, the humidity, a flower outside, a smell….
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