I. I am standing on a precipice, breathless with exhaustion and gratitude and surprise. After years of wrong turns and bad equipment and Road Closed signs and avalanches and misreading the map, I have not expected to ever find my way to the top. I am not so much afraid of heights as I amContinue reading “The Morning After”
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Feeding Grief
My mother and her siblings recently finished sorting through the papers and photos and journals my grandmother left behind when she died in 2008. Among these documents, they found the weekly schedule my grandmother had handwritten in pencil, an attempt to wrangle the lives of five adolescent children. Holding the schedule in my hands, IContinue reading “Feeding Grief”