The Writing
The true thing, said out loud.
Reflections and early pages on grief, love, sobriety, and the ordinary work of beginning again. Some of these I first read aloud at open mic nights. Some are seeds of the two books on the way. Read on, and if a piece stays with you, the newsletter is how you catch the next.
When They Stop Replying
You sent the text on Tuesday. You showed up on Saturday. And then they stop replying, and you start to wonder if you did something wrong. You did not.
The Day I Did Not Brace
Three years since Dan died, and for the first time the anniversary did not flatten me. The hole opened at the kitchen counter, and I had a way to step into it.
Recovery Grief and Disenfranchised Grief — The Mitre Tavern
I walked through an archway in a Melbourne pub and for a second I thought I saw Dan. What came up was not nostalgia. It was grief, a specific kind I am still learning to name.