I swallowed the truth so Dad could heal; she cranked up the blame, too busy guarding her version to bother with his recovery.
Tag: guilt
O Me, O My: S’more Wallowing and Whingeing
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.
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?