not the death I was expecting {part I}

Grief curls inside me like the yellowed corners of aging drawer liners. Discomforting in its persistent slowness. The temptation to violently rip it off gnaws at my finger tips impatiently.  When I left on my journey to California (and beyond) I didn’t imagine this outcome. Others may have. But I wanted to keep sacred myContinue reading “not the death I was expecting {part I}”