
What’s Work Got to Do with Grief?
No one needed me between the hours of 9am and 5pm and there was a terror and thrill to this new reality. I took grief, wellness and writing classes, traveled to see friends and family, learned how to draw and paint. I learned how to shape my day, how to survive the time from sunup to sundown without Daryl, my North Star.

Where You Lead
I realized how much of my life I spent thinking my mom and I had a Gilmore Girls-style relationship. That I was out in the world, blazing a trail and she would eventually follow.

Unlucky in Death
It’s like there is a law of diminishing return when it comes to death and grieving —people can understand one tragedy, but two? That’s too many.