July 17th, 2024 I’ve been thinking a lot about my mom today because I’ve been thinking a lot about change. Before she passed I was very anti-change, because she was here and who would want to move on from that? Years ago I was asked to write and sing a chorus for a spoken wordContinue reading “a little fucking better”
Tag Archives: Grief
Beholder
May 31st, 2024 Today is my mom’s birthday. There are so many beautiful photos of her and this is one of them. I was young when she woke up one day and half of her face was unresponsive; it was during or shortly after she was pregnant with one of my youngest sisters. For her,Continue reading “Beholder”
May
May 16th, 2024 May used to be my favorite month, and now it’s the hardest. It’s not fair, which is perfect because my dad spent my childhood preparing and then reminding me that life would never be. I was born on the first of May, she was born on the last, and her day —Continue reading “May”
Flip: I Got Dosed By You
October 28th, 2023 I always talk about knowing how a story ends before I start writing it, and of course this story ends the way all our stories end, with loss. It’s funny that we don’t talk about loss as much as we should, because it’s always a good time to talk about loss. WhenContinue reading “Flip: I Got Dosed By You”
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October 16th, 2023 Three years ago today, my mom decided to go on a forever trip. Due to her terribly dark sense of humor, she didn’t send a text to let me know, or even say good bye. The good news, though, is that after going through these thousand days or so, I don’t evenContinue reading “3”
Theia: Bittersweet Symphony
September 10th, 2023 I cried a lot for Theia. Like, an obnoxious amount. I always tell people that if you want someone to feel something in your art, you should feel that way while you’re making it. And I do. Arguably, too much. Look, if you don’t want to feel sad today, I recommend maybeContinue reading “Theia: Bittersweet Symphony”
Cold World: Building a house you can live in as is, with doors and stairways to expand up, down, or sideways
June 30th, 2023 Everything about Cold World was, for me, too big to contain in one story — whether I ever decide to write any of those other stories or not. I knew that I wanted to tell a complete, specific tale: this chapter of Calef’s life as he explores the power of understanding, throughContinue reading “Cold World: Building a house you can live in as is, with doors and stairways to expand up, down, or sideways”
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June 25th, 2023 Seeing people so unabashedly, recklessly happy has filled my insides. I would love to do something weird and thank everyone who went to Twin Cities Pride and Taylor Swift this weekend. Through the magic of being human, your joy has been a highlight of my summer; you are all a Bomb PopContinue reading “Untitled”
Cold World: Faith & Spirituality
June 16th, 2023 “It’s not that I don’t believe in anything. I just haven’t found the thing that makes sense to me yet.” That’s how I usually answer the question of whether I’m religious or believe in God. The formal term is agnostic; I learned that the difference between being agnostic or atheist is thatContinue reading “Cold World: Faith & Spirituality”
Cold World: Loss & Grief
June 14th, 2023 Cold World was the first time I explored the loss of my mom in fiction. I do it here, on the internet, all the time. Your responses to that type of writing has ranged from “this is exactly how I feel, thank you for writing this” to “this makes me very uncomfortable,”Continue reading “Cold World: Loss & Grief”
