September 2019
Why a blog?
My mom died. I am angry.
When my therapist asked how I felt writing the eulogy for my mom’s memorial, I said I could write hundreds more pages. She said, “then do that.” I said, “that’s stupid. and a waste of time.” I am not a fan of journaling. It hurts my hand and takes too much time. When I expressed this, she responded, “write a blog. Even if no one sees it.” So maybe no one sees it but the kind and patient therapist. It still feels stupid. But everything does these days.
Not That Good Grief 