Death, grieving, Jack, love, memories, reflections, relationships, transformations

this is what the eve of the 2,400th day feels like

Today would have been Jack's 55th birthday. Many years ago—I can't give you a specific number; grief is like that, almost like a magic trick, poof! taking things away while you aren't remembering to notice—I stopped pretending I had any idea what we'd be doing if he were still alive. In fact, I stopped allowing… Continue reading this is what the eve of the 2,400th day feels like

breakups, changes, dating, fear, Jack, love, men, reflections, relationships, writing

on losing my voice

Sometimes it feels like I'm going around in circles, trying to explain the same things to the same person who always doesn't understand or misconstrues or gets it wrong. This isn't my "usual" pattern; it's not something I've encountered before except when in relationships in which men left bruises not only on my heart but… Continue reading on losing my voice