J. Absinthia VermutHot Grieving MILFI’m blogging regularly on my new site. Today, my guest blog article on grief and the need for touch appeared on my friend’s Karuna Sessions…Sep 28, 2016Sep 28, 2016
J. Absinthia VermutSeptember 1, 2016First morning on the playa. Toy Box, Fox, and Ice Pick are the names of a few of my neighbors.When I arrived yesterday at sunset, I knew…Sep 1, 2016Sep 1, 2016
J. Absinthia VermutAnxious Attachment StyleMy grief is tremendous but my love is bigger. SugarAug 19, 2016Aug 19, 2016
J. Absinthia VermutLight of the MoonLight of the Moon, painting by Joshua Coffy, The Gift Prolific 2016Aug 15, 2016Aug 15, 2016
J. Absinthia VermutPieces of MeThere’s a piece of me that wants to throw myself on the floor and cry for Rupert. Sometimes, like this evening, I do. I have a lot of Tear…Aug 15, 2016Aug 15, 2016
J. Absinthia VermutSo Much ProcessingRupert once told me, “You’ve got some mad skills, baby, but sleep ain’t one of them.” It always took me an extra hour or two to fall…Aug 11, 20161Aug 11, 20161
J. Absinthia VermutLiving with Grief“Now I live with grief as a companion to my life, I include it with my joy, my passion, my breath. We coexist. Grief is welcome and rests…Aug 9, 2016Aug 9, 2016
J. Absinthia VermutWhen should I write about my grief?I asked this of my close Facebook friends last night and woke up to a wide array of responses. Most of my writing since Rupert died has…Aug 5, 2016Aug 5, 2016
J. Absinthia VermutMy grandfather lived to be 103 years old.Technically, he died six weeks shy of 103. There’s an unspoken rule in the family. We say he lived to 103.Aug 3, 2016Aug 3, 2016
