Impossible
I recently had the privilege of traveling to Scotland, where I spent a week visiting an old friend. He attends school in St. Andrews, a quaint...
Read morePain, My Old Friend
Only pain can see itself in the mirror. This past week, I went to Birmingham to help my uncle, who owns a small chain of fireworks stores in the...
Read moreCrossroads
Trauma always leaves a mark. We can act unscathed, maintain appearances, deftly manage the expectations others place on us. We can say all the...
Read moreA Familiar Stranger
I live in Frankfort, Kentucky. In the same house my wife and I once lived, in a town that once felt like home. I know the buildings and the trees...
Read moreThe Misery Cycle
Let’s get something straight from the onset: When a great loss occurs, especially those shocking, out-of-order losses that our culture...
Read moreThe Nostalgia Plague
Grief is the Bermuda Triangle of the human heart. It confuses and disorients, blindfolds us and spins us around. It tricks and deceives, then...
Read moreMy Name is Grief
Grief is a war with many battles. And no battle is more important than the fight for our identity. The moment we lose our identity, we forget who...
Read moreShadow Narratives
Stories affect us all. We’re each part of a story, both individually and as members of the grander collective. More profoundly...
Read moreThe Milestone Cipher
Grief is a contradiction of contradictions. It pulls you one way, then shoves you the other. You set your desperate mind on a given course...
Read moreSecondary Losses
I knew all about secondary grief long before I knew what to call it. Within a matter of weeks following my primary loss – the death of my...
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