Grieving in the Now and Not Yet

I am struck by how grief feels. It is remarkably tense. It feels like suspense. I imagine it must be a lot like how it would be to be held between two tall buildings with elastic cloth. Waiting for something to happen. But then nothing does. You are just left with an overwhelming feeling of…

Short Thoughts on Another Year

Every year, when my birthday comes around, I freak out a little bit. Which is rather odd, since I’m barely an adult—shouldn’t I be excited? Don’t get me wrong because I really am, but there’s something so strange about another year of your life coming and going. I find myself constantly questioning whether or not…