This grief is not a gentle thing. This isn’t a beautiful corpse holding a sprig of flowers in hands crossed lovingly over a chest. This isn’t grief like eyes closed in sleep. If this grief comes in waves, they aren’t the gentle waves of the tide coming in. These are the tsunami waves after an…
Month: March 2018
3-7 Things are… Not great
There is a lot on my plate right now. I mean this in the least whiny way I can say it. I just have a lot of Big, Stressful, Scary things all staring at me with beady, predator’s eyes. I’ve got a stick to beat them back with, but it’s a very small stick and…