Tag: Grief
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Post-Scraps from the Edge
After 2020, I started to use Instagram more as a kind of public scrapbook. It wasn’t just about sharing photos—it was about writing the captions to contextualize them, using writing to process my thoughts like I always had. Sometimes I knew what I was working through. Sometimes I didn’t. It felt necessary, as a means…
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Old grief in the time of covid
My mom died on March 24, 1998, just 6 weeks after she turned 35. On March 13 of this year, I turned one day older than my mom when she died. (A while back, Meaghan found an online calculator and figured it out for me so I could celebrate my day of freedom.) From that…
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