I was not at all prepared for the response to yesterday’s post. I haven’t been posting what I’m writing here on any social media channels. Which, of course, is why a whole total of four people have been reading it. But yesterday, something struck a chord and I felt like, You know what, this is a … Continue reading
“It should be called ‘Small Life, Sad Life’,” I said to my husband over lunch. “All I do is write about grief. Breakups and death and feeling suicidal.” “No,” he said. “Dealing with that stuff is part of having a small life. And you write about getting to the other side of grief.” “Hmm,” I … Continue reading
It’s my goal to be totally transparent (a word often thrown around carelessly, but I mean it) here – so here goes: I’ve been in a major funk for the last week. I’m no stranger to the occasional funk, but this one is hanging out a little longer than I’m used to, so I jumped … Continue reading
