I dip my toe in the grief and slowly, slowly, start to swim through the familiar pain. It is exquisite, with sharp edges, piercing in new…
I try to wear this new lipstick, hoping it will bring me back to myself. Maybe vanity will be its own distraction. You are still you, I…
Today you should be 4 and I have no more words.
There are no monsters, I promised, but it didn’t keep you from running into our bed every night. I…
You will make it. Even at times when everything is wrong, when you are bewildered to find…
To my little Henry sunshine,
My sweet H, what November has taken from us, I cannot forgive. November is a knife to the heart with all of it’s golden red…
Dear H,
I miss you all the time. Grief is my constant companion, it settles in my bones like an…
“Can I hold your hand,” you ask me in the movie theater, and I blush with all the teenage love I feel for you. We hold hands and I still, to this…
