July 28th, 2026
Nightmare is too gentle a word for what it feels like to live without my mother. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to do it for the rest of my l...
Nightmare is too gentle a word for what it feels like to live without my mother. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to do it for the rest of my l...
Mark Rothko - "No.5 (Red, Black and Brown-Black)" (1963) Today was my 37th birthday. I am documenting it, but I have little to say about it....
Frida Kahlo - "The Broken Column" (1944) Can you believe I'm here, walking around, as my heart hangs out of my chest? There is nothing like ...
A year ago today, my mother died. I couldn't imagine living one day without her. Now, I've lived 365 days without her. Every day, for the re...
In the past week, the grief has been physically affecting me. I expected as much in the lead-up to the one-year anniversary of my mother's d...
One of the most beautiful memories of my life is watching the DVD of Simon & Garfunkel: The Concert in Central Park with my father when ...