re: grief & pottery…
Growth / Rage Against the Machine

re: grief & pottery…

I’m no good at grief. … Really, I’m not. Or, perhaps I should say – I’m no good at polite, front-parlor, sorrowful-eyes, bring-a-casserole, hold-your-hand, murmur-platitudes grief. THAT I’m no good at. But I can rock the hell out of some get-drunk, scream-into-the-storm, curse-wildly, laugh-inappropriately grief. If that’s what’s required, I’m definitely the one for the … Continue reading

the realness of grief…
Growth

the realness of grief…

I recently lost my little girl. I didn’t give birth to her, but I helped raise her. I changed her diapers, held & rocked her til she slept, brushed her hair, shopped with her, drank/ laughed/ fought/ loved with her… we cried over hurts & cheered over successes. In every way that mattered, she was … Continue reading