Heather and I used to make and exchange playlists for each other. Here are the ones I made for her, plus a playlist at the end which I made after she died, which felt like Heather controlling the discovery. Día de Muertos.
Category Archives: Existence
How did I get here?
If a tree falls
My questions for mayoral candidates continues to be irrelevant, and boy, do I hunger for those halcyon days when I cared so much about city government.
Yes, if you’re wondering, it is awful. Yes, every day sucks. Yes, I’m still getting up, feeding and walking the dog, cleaning the (empty) house, and wondering what just happened to me, and who I am.
I have a lot to be thankful for. I know that. I am grateful, but the searing pain of loss is a constant thunderstorm over the dog putting her paw on my knee to see if I’m OK.
Many suggested I should write. So I did.