May 6, 2026
Later, I ate leftover tacos in silence,
stared at the sombrero you left
like a joke we forgot to laugh at.
December 1, 2025
**Contains Triggers: death, mourning** There was no sense of winter, and certainly no sense of Advent. Summer or winter – she didn’t really care. She had nothing to look forward to in either season.
November 8, 2025
She answered with an upturned corner of faded rose lips, a smile of sorts, and transferred the shampoo bottle from my hand to hers.
April 24, 2025
**Contains Trigger: Child Death.** Tara paused and looked at the photos along the staircase wall, feeling the waves of joy and pain crash through her. She allowed herself to look at them afresh, giving in to those feelings after so many days and months of avoiding them.
October 12, 2021
Emotional widows aren’t seen. It is like having an invisible illness. People can't see it, therefore it's difficult to pin down...