Holding space for my own pain is the hardest part about right now. It’s difficult as fuck. I mean, there’s … More
Some days all I do is miss you it comes out of the blue like a star fell and burned … More
95 Fridays and I still keep count ever increasing numbers they’ll still never surmount or even touch the aching vacancy … More
Because of you I know whom my world can do without and whom I would miss every single day if … More
Each morning with the growing light My eyes constricting from the sight I fumble back from dreamless night A lightning … More
February 8th is a hard date for me. Now that it’s not impending and looming over me, allow me to … More
I need to vent. I had a CRAZY hard weekend, beyond simply my grief and hectic family life.