47: Stuff that Works

Grief, remorse, and regret work on a dimmer switch, not an on-off switch.

22: A Love Letter to Betrayers – Discomfort (Part 2)

Apparently, among other things, lying, cheating, and carrying secrets feels like food poisoning.

61: Being Incognito: Thoughts on Grief, Loss, and Children

I pretend things didn't happen that did. I confuse resiliency with the appearance of strength and cover with bravado. I pretend the losses don't hurt.

34: The Rainy Day

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.

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