Stick in the Eye
Pain keeps its promise.
My Next Chapter
I’ll be fine.
But this mantra is neither present
nor leaping forward nor a prayer.
It’s a lie.
Train Wrecks and Things (That Are Not Just Things)
So, to the onlookers who turn to stare and to those who step closer to comfort, remember this:
Meaning doesn’t make loss heavier for us.
It makes it real enough to respond to.
The Fabric of Grief: Living with Loss Without Losing Yourself
I Shall Not Be Moved
Great challenges gnaw at the shores of the riverbank. But those waters will not sweep me away.
My roots are deep.
They are strong.
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