A collection of raw, gritty, honest adventures through life, love, and loss.
March came barreling down on me,As if unannounced.As if my brain decided that this year,And maybe every year,March would simply no longer exist. Because,How could it?How could it be almost a year?How could I survive this year?How did I survive this year,Without you? The answer:A piece of me didn’t.A piece of me will be forever…
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This is the second piece in a collection entitled: Love From, Rachel. My Sister’s deepest desire was to publish a book of poetry. It would tell the story of her survival, the story that would keep herself—and one day, others—alive. When she died, she left behind 15 journals from her 5-year battle with mental illness:…
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“Maddie you and I should get matching tattoos,” Rachel said. “Mmmmm no thank you,” I responded. Tattoos weren’t my thing. “We could get yin-and-yang. One side of it on each of us—because we are entirely opposites in every way, yet together, we are so well-matched, both so necessary. Together we are beautifully full,” she explained.…
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Before you read onward, I know what you’re thinking. Maybe you’ve already decided to stop reading, overwhelmed by the shock of my confession. Maybe you are curious because you had not considered where a loved one’s possessions would go, after death. Or maybe, you have your own stowaway of items, once cherished by your loved…
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