“Grief is a wild child. You’ll never tame it, but it’s ok to let it flow through you. Better through than around. Be good to yourself, and don’t take shortcuts.”
Grief is a wild child…
Tag: 1983
The Photo
When I decided to cut meat from my diet 15 years ago, the hardest to let go of was bacon. Specifically, Trader Joe’s uncured turkey bacon, but really, any kind of bacon. I also turned into a vegetarian snob, shunning any food product that tried to be meat. But a year ago I loosened the … Continue reading The Photo
“Where were the adults?”: A 2023 Perspective on 1983
“Where were the adults?” they asked. “Why did no one take care of you?”
Grief Talk: “Merry” Christmas?
A few weeks ago, Carlene started “talking.” When she sits in my lap, she taps my face with her hands and says, “Mum mum mum,” and I am both proud and petrified. When I try to get her to say, “da da,” she always looks confused. “Who’s da da?” I imagine she asks. “He’s the guy we’re both growing up without,” I tell her.
Lynn Haraldson, Author and Writing Mentor 