When Grief Demands Its Audience (A “Dear Danny” Letter)

Dear Danny, I found your obituary online tonight. It filled in some holes for me but not everything. The most important thing I found though was your death date—your actual one; not the date that Ash or Chris told me that you died—(It was sometime in November according to them and my memory but now... Continue Reading →

Maybe Tomorrow

I’m sitting in my apartment, alone, as rain throws itself hard against my windowpane and I can’t stop crying. Independence comes with a price. I scour Facebook newsfeeds and absentmindedly notice how everyone looks so happy, or sad, nothing in between. The silence is getting to me. I pick up my Kindle and start to... Continue Reading →

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