An experimental and exploratory newsletter on grief and loss, nostalgia for what was or could have been, and the way it all comes back to us in our sleep. Do you know who you become when the people you love start to disappear? I’ve been thinking about this a lot and I don’t have an answer but I do know a few things to be true. There is BEFORE loss and there is AFTER loss and I’m trying to make sense of it all; the nostalgia for what was, the knowledge that nothing stays the same, the imminent growth that emanates from the darkness. I have so many questions and so few answers. So much to hold and so few hands. Do you think you could hold it all with me?
I'm bawling, this is really beautiful. I admire your grace with language, it is evocative and expressive and clear. It really touched me, thank you for writing so honestly.
This is so lovely and special. It's such a treat to read your writing, you have a way of letting people in your world that's both super comforting and evocative. I bet you'd write great YA, or whatever you want to write. Filling out your questionnaire was shockingly healing and full of feelings thank you<3 <3<3
I'm bawling, this is really beautiful. I admire your grace with language, it is evocative and expressive and clear. It really touched me, thank you for writing so honestly.
This is so lovely and special. It's such a treat to read your writing, you have a way of letting people in your world that's both super comforting and evocative. I bet you'd write great YA, or whatever you want to write. Filling out your questionnaire was shockingly healing and full of feelings thank you<3 <3<3