Family

On Loving A Sibling I’ve Never Met

I wonder a lot about you. Like what your name would have been if you stayed, at least a week or two until your naming ceremony was done.

Sep 21, 2018
The World Loses Its Former Shape: Caught in the Undertow of Grief

I whisper to my great-grandmother a burden I’d like lifted, one she might take to the next world with her.

Apr 10, 2018
My Mother Has Terminal Cancer, and I Can’t Seem to Stop Buying Sweaters

I’m stockpiling sweaters because they signify refuge, collecting them like talismans though grief cannot be avoided.

Love and Grief at the Edge of the Marsh

“When your husband is dying and your child is on the cusp of forming actual memories, nothing in the world makes sense.”