Good to Laugh, Good to Cry

Last night was the first time in a long while that I cried over the loss of my son. Maybe it was the full moons pull that made me more emotionally sensitive. Maybe my tears were triggered by the sad movie I’d watched. Maybe I was just sad. I haven’t had a...

One Year Ago

Where does the time go when you grieve? Where does grief go? It doesn’t. It stays on, which I’ve realized is good, because then you never forget. I don’t usually share my personal life in public domains. It’s mine. It’s private. But...

How Many (Jian)?

We’d sit at tables, desks, in cars, in beds, morning coffee steaming through your crooning voice. You had us across airwaves far and wide. Mesmerized. As simple as the lullaby of your words cascading into our intimate space. We tuned in daily for you to cast your...
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