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A year ago today, my mother was admitted to the hospital. She ended up staying for a week. During that week, she was diagnosed with a rare a...

Sometimes, you have to drink your iced coffee from a cute bear jar you got off Tiktok shop. This bear jar might be the one bright spot in yo...

The grief and depression have been all-consuming lately. I would howl if I could. When I watched Midsommar last year, I wrote: The endless s...

My mother was my life, and she saved my life. Without her, I would not have survived my father's death in my teens. How do I survive her dea...

At times, I haunt grief support forums. I read other people's stories. I occasionally make a post myself, throw my words into the void so th...

My depth of feeling has never been so intense. I am porous, open, tender. The sunlight on the leaves makes me cry. I am captivated by leaf s...

I can't get enough of spring. Dandelion fluff floats in the grass-sweetened air. I almost inhale it. I like the thought of the dandelion par...

Started reading Edith Södergran's Modern Woman , published by World Poetry Books The following poems are not from the collection, but they g...