So Much to Say – Don’t Talk About It
I've been tired all week. Unusually so. I couldn't figure out why — until a phone call from La Llorona, a conversation with my BFF, and a Dave Matthews song I couldn't get out of my head told me everything I needed to know.
Blood Moon and Totality – One Eclipse at a Time
My complicated history with every eclipse. Is the blood moon tonight another omen? Or a moment to hope?
Ode To a Cat – Rebreaking My Heart
Ode to my cat. Grief is a heartless bitch, and she's come a knocking on my door again.
He who shall not be named also known as: the son who died
I won’t mention him by name. I don’t want to sully his memory by talking more about the way in which he passed. There was already enough internet drama at the time, and my grief was public enough. But I feel it is important to mention this because I will refer to him as the son who died when I write about him. He was not my biological son, but he was my son nonetheless.
