A loved one’s absence isn’t a void; it’s a continuation of their presence. Their influence remains, shaping our lives as profoundly in their absence as their presence once did.
Tag: family
Late-Stage Alcoholism: The Gruesome Reality
Late-stage alcoholism destroys the human body. My dad’s medical records prove it; his death serves as a tragic warning to other alcoholics who stay the course.
Navigating Grief: Unveiling the Science Behind Mourning
I feel like I’m beating a dead man to death. I wonder if what I’m doing is healthy. If writing this memoir prolongs my grief, how can I be healed by the end?
The Lie (You) Believe: Life Lessons from Character Arcs
Outlining my character arc has helped me realize I’m not looking at myself critically enough. I still have some work to do.
An Ode to my Irish North Star
My papa is a bit like an Irish Tom Cruise; he doesn’t age. He’s strong, more in shape than I am, with a wise-cracking mouth I grew up emulating. Happy birthday!
Listen to your heart, think for yourself.
Mom gave me a guiding principle to live by when I was small. It’s our family motto: listen to your heart, think for yourself.
Navigating Political Divides: Strategies for Productive Dialogue
The first debate looms, like a mushroom cloud haunting our horizon. Hateful rhetoric already chokes my social media. It’s time we unite through dialogue.
Father’s Day Blues: the Annual Spectacle
Sometimes, it feels like my dad’s ghost lives within me. The feelings inside don’t belong to me, but to him.
Drowning in Memory: the Quest for Self-Knowledge
Mary Karr says you’re bound to drown a bit writing a memoir. She’s right. My once placid understanding of my history, of who I am and was, is constantly being dismantled. Imagine your core memories, the ones that shaped you, potentially being misremembered. Yeah, that could drown a bitch.
The Obsessive Mind: a Curse or a Blessing?
I worry about the oddest things,…or the things that keep me up at night don’t seem to bother most people, which makes me feel bonkers.