There will be no macaroni necklaces this year.
No misshapen cats made of clay, affixed to a cardboard backing: “You’re Purrfect, Mom” scrawled in crayoned…
This is how it feels to be grieving
My dad died 10 days ago, suddenly, with no warning.
More Than Blue
This is how the hurt begins.
A speck nesting in the darkest recesses, deep in the gray matter of your brain, growing untamed and wild, wilder. Unseen. Uncontained. At first, you are unaware.