Monthly Archives: February 2017

You Can’t Be Mad At The Dead, or How Loss Gave Me A New Perspective

I’ve never known elegance in the face of loss. This might be one of the reasons I’ve documented so much of my life in journals. I’m just too afraid of losing even a moment, in spite of how many times … Continue reading

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Her crucifixion was a private event, just beneath her favorite sweater and moisturizer, walking around the world so tightly nailed to her old ideas about what’s required to be worthy. Lamenting how callous is life, with its tragedies far and … Continue reading

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