Month: April 2017
The Dirty Grief Inside Me
Good Grief, Charlie Brown. Boy, Lucy was not kidding. Grief is the weirdest most constricting feeling I have ever experienced. I already had no idea what the future held for me, and once grief entered the picture, everything …
These Hands
This hand holding onto mine. It has held onto mine in many cases, under many circumstances. These hands. The pair of them has held up my own when I was too weak to do it myself. They …
