Old Me Would Kick New Me’s Ass

If Old Me could see New Me now, she’d slap me… I need to write my memoir unburdened by expectation, the way I used to write!

Something’s Bothering Me

I’ve been anxious forever, but it got worse after Dad died. Knowing I’ll never fix things with him makes me feel perpetually Bothered. That’s hard to swallow.

Giving Dad Away, Piece by Piece

I know Dad is gone now, and he has no use for these material things, but it still feels like I’m giving him away, piece by piece.

The Search for Enlightenment

For a brief period, I was a social drinker no more. I peered into the inky abyss that consumed my dad, expecting to see his mismatched eyes looking back at me.

Why Am I Doing This?

I need to give Dad’s senseless death meaning. He didn’t deserve what happened, and if our story can make a difference for someone else, maybe that’ll be enough.