grieving, Jack, lyrics, memories, music, nostalgia

on being in every song I’ll sing

Been thinking a lot about Jack lately—it's five years this week that the relapse came that finally broke me—and this song (David Ramirez's Shoeboxes, which popped up on my Civil Wars iTunes station) pretty much says it all. Lyrics below. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PyPD7KkmVe4 Ten years down the road I’ll be cleanin’ out my closet, getting rid of old clothes I reach… Continue reading on being in every song I’ll sing

changes, dating, friends, grieving, Jack, love, nostalgia, reflections, relationships

what 1,686 days feels like

It's coming up on five years since Jack died—five years? how can that possibly be?—and while I can confidently say that the grieving process has become more tolerable, I don't know that it's become easier in any of the traditional ways people define easy: eas·y ˈēzē/ adjective 1. achieved without great effort; presenting few difficulties.… Continue reading what 1,686 days feels like

fear, grieving, Jack, moods, nostalgia, NYC, reflections, spirituality

the importance of walking with no set destination in mind

Starting from Third Ave. and 6th St., I'd only planned to walk across St. Marks over to the Astor Place subway station and head back to Brooklyn, where I'm dog-sitting until tomorrow. But the sadness and fear and doubt that's been bubbling up to the surface over the past week was at the back of… Continue reading the importance of walking with no set destination in mind

changes, fear, grieving, Jack, lessons, love, new year, nostalgia, pain, reflections, relationships, romance, spirituality

everything you do more than a few times is exactly like riding a bicycle when you come back to it again

On Twitter just now, I said: Truth: it is like riding a bike. It's exactly like that. That, and so much more. Of course, I'm talking about dating. But in the moments since I posted that I've realized it's also about much more. Last night was good. The date, I mean. I hesitate to call… Continue reading everything you do more than a few times is exactly like riding a bicycle when you come back to it again