I whinge worse than the backdoor hinge that guides my blind dog inside. Like my daddy before me, I wear my emotions like a second skin.
Author: Kinsey Keys
Messy Memoir: Mistrusting Memories
The hardest part of memoir writing isn’t the telling, but the fear of being judged. It’s a struggle to balance vulnerability with the risk of rejection.
Flights of Fancy: a Return to Dreamland
I have much to be grateful for this Thanksgiving: a return to dreamland, for one. A niece on the way. Finally, embracing my creativity and passion for writing.
PostScript: Blame the Alcoholic, Too (I Do)
Dad’s drinking made him a target. By 2020, Dad was too vulnerable, too ripe for the picking, and she just couldn’t resist the temptation.
ThanK you aIMee, for the Viewpoint & Voice
My desire for vengeance is ruining this project. I know of only one way to stop it: embrace it, then let it go. So, here it is.
Keep Your Eyes Peeled for Spiders
I used to convince myself: if only I had squashed that spider when she first bared her fangs, Dad’s death could’ve been prevented. But I know better now.
Money Over Matter: Happiness vs. the Bottom Line
Dad gave up his dream so he could pursue the finer things in life; it made him miserable. Endless waiting, better days on the horizon, but never here.
Trust Without Sight: a Dog’s Blind Faith
Some people might call this chain of events providence, but I see it as a testament to the choices humans make, the small acts of care and intention that shape our world, leaving meaning not to the whims of fate but to the hands of those who choose to create it.
Mary Karr’s Magic: How The Art of Memoir Unlocked My Soul
I saw my heartache in print; only, it wasn’t mine. These were the experiences of a 1960s family in Texas. Karr’s familial hurts merely echoed mine.
From Science to Soul: The Grieving Brain’s Guide to Death
The Grieving Brain delves into the scientific and emotional aspects of grief. I cover intrusive thoughts, avoidance, counterfactual thinking, and rumination.
