the powerlessness of grieving, especially as an observer
A little over half an hour ago, my teenage son was suddenly quiet, then said (almost whispered), “Gina died.” Gina was my aunt, married to my mother’s brother, who was my ex-husband’s best friend. Yes,...
View Articleon being willingly yet unwittingly single
I like to joke (a lot) about being single and scared I won’t have sex again before I turn 40 (in 16 days). I also frequently mention other fears regarding growing older and alone: for one, dying and...
View Articleon both nothing and everything
Too many people are dying, another person every time I come back, it seems. An overdose, a relapse gone wrong, a bloated body found in a hotel on Lincoln Avenue. Usually these days (I’ve been gone so...
View Articleon good will hunting, robin williams, and loss & love
I’ve always loved Good Will Hunting, since it came out, for a multitude of reasons: an identification with the genius misunderstood kid from a blue-collar home who felt no other choice but to hide his...
View Articlea complicated grief begins to make a little sense
“Twenty years ago…Harvard researchers interviewed hundreds of widows and widowers to see how they were adjusting to their loss. What they expected to find was that the men and women whose suffering was...
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