Worthless. That’s the word. I have been looking for something to wrap the feeling I’ve found festering inside me, bubbling up to the surface where I wish it away with a half-hearted attempt to access my vast toolbox of self-help and therapeutic gadgets I have amassed over the last decade. Worthless. The word stops me … Continue reading Worthless
Category: Death and Mourning
Dry eyes
My grandmother ran out of Poland towards Russia with only the summer clothes she was wearing and spent the next five years seeking warmth in a world that had frozen over. I was raised on her story, as well as all the stories of my generation’s grandparents. We were their proof that it had been … Continue reading Dry eyes
Six Months and One Day
I watched you exhale for the last time and I grew cold. Your body lay still before me and I could not move. Your death took the jagged shape of the piece of me long broken as it stabbed me in whatever was left of my believing soul. It has been six months and you … Continue reading Six Months and One Day
Where Have You Gone?
Sometimes, when my heart allows it, I see you everywhere. In the lyrics of a song…in the casual words people string together without thought…in the rush of memory a picture evokes…in the gait of a stranger…in the pain all around…in the walls…in the corners and in every speck of undusted past around every jagged edge … Continue reading Where Have You Gone?
Goodnight my Angel
“I figured it out,” you said. “I know what death is.” It was last August, at the end of an epic summer, and you were saying goodbye. It was in the living room – on the couches you hated and in typical fashion, you spoke bluntly and decisively about the topic most people avoided around … Continue reading Goodnight my Angel
Colloquially Speaking 