It’s ironic, I suppose, that I just wrote about my thoughts and leanings on how much I open up in this space, and here I am now, with words tripping over themselves in my mind and I’ve gone mute. I can’t talk at work because talking makes me cry, and I don’t like to cry…
Author: thirdstoryies
honey
We let her go. It’s the work ahead that is so daunting. A wise friend told me once the advice she had received from a poetry professor – that we memorize poems that we love in order to carry them with us, and draw on them when we need them. Many do this with scripture…
uninvited
We watched those white balloons released into the air on Saturday and I posed the question “How do those parents bear it?” Was it not clear that it was rhetorical? That I did not need the answer? I described the gentle lapping of the grief tides this year. Was that not enough? I did not…