There’s a kind of grief that doesn’t get named. Grief that isn’t validated. Grief that gets quiet- not because it went away, but because the world stopped listening. This is part of disenfranchised grief. The kind that lingers after everyone else has moved on. The...
“This is the spot.” Standing on a plateau I discovered off the trail and at the bottom of a steep and jagged natural staircase, I looked out at the impeccable view from 4,000 feet above. On such a crystal clear day, I could see the now-tiny Kancamagus Highway, the...
I’m tired, y’all. I’ve just come out of a solid 3 1/2 months where I couldn’t shake the persistent fatigue and listlessness that plagued my mood and motivation on a daily basis. I assumed it was lack of sleep, although I’ve pretty much always been a...
Some of you may have seen my Instagram post about grief last week. I wrote about the different ways grief can show up, how it’s personal and profound and has no time limit. I shared a bit of my own personal experience with loss. But grief is so much bigger than 2200...