When Traditions Are Forced To Change | A Quarantine Easter

I don’t remember what we did for Easter the year my sister died. To be honest, maybe we didn’t do much that Easter. I don’t know. It was a little over a month after she died, and I only know that much because I just googled “Easter 2004” to find out —  the...

The Anatomy of My Grief

That grief that stays with you like sad marrow in your bones— that is different — when the grief is still very real, but it’s lying dormant like a constant heavy burden, sometimes heavier than others, not the active grief, clenching down like a lion’s jaw on your...