Gobsmacked (but I’m back…)

I suppose it’s possible to “fake it ‘til I make it,” but make it to where? Oblivion?

When “just a car” isn’t just a car

Turns out, I’m attached to freedom.

"Who are your people who give a shit that you’ve been chased up a tree and have nowhere to go?"

"His death is a part of our story, and like any good story, it never ends."

Lynn talks with Jenny Lisk on The Widowed Parent Podcast

No one can drag you back into their pain or regret without your permission.

"We all want to have the ability to comfort people, to help people, to support people."

I came to understand that my desire for my body to be something different was a form of grief.

In the face of anyone or anything’s suffering, may I never be someone who says, “It was just a deer.”

Despite what Elton John sings, “sorry” isn’t the hardest word.