We spent a warm, sunny Easter weekend with family, and did all of those things that we do each year at this time – dying eggs and searching in the morning grass for them the next day, eating together and talking together and laughing at the kids (especially the youngest one). We carry on this…
Tag: grief
the flip side: the unseen, the assumed, the remembering
It’s been seven days since I’ve seen my feet. In the absence of anything visual, there is only sensory. For the first couple of days, the feeling was that of a butcher knife sliding through the joint between my big toes and the second ones, all the way down to the center of both feet….
sunday afternoon
I wrote this piece on the 29th, but couldn’t manage to hit “publish”. Sometimes I have to sit on it for a day or two until I can. Last week turned out to be a pretty stressful week, and then the weekend was less stressful, but just as busy. By the time Sunday rolled around…