“I wish you were dead!” I yelled at my brother, Brett, as I slammed down the phone. It was a few days later my brother died. The things ten years old say. The things we wish we hadn’t said. Brett was supposed to come trick-or-treating with my friends and me. He had promised, and I relished my time with him. He had an air that drew people in. > MORE
Here’s where I share my thoughts on all things grief, Earth, justice, and love — so basically all things. I am also working on some larger projects, a couple of which you can read about here.
Lilly, the barn cat, died. She was our warrior cat with a kinked tail and rough veneer. Her energy had a fierce presence to it, and when she appeared I could instantly tell she had stories she could tell—she had been through a lot. She was a survivor, resilient and independent. Yet, when she died she looked tender and soft. Her body was curled up gently and her > MORE