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.”
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I’m stockpiling sweaters because they signify refuge, collecting them like talismans though grief cannot be avoided.
Nov 20, 2017
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