A pile of papers that are on top of each other.

Untangling: Remembering(Chapter 66)

I experience the sloth-like quality of grief, unable to leave the house, finding comfort at sitting beside flowers and remembering. I had created such a beautiful harmony of her life and mine that now I didn’t know how to tease them apart and reown my life solo.

You can hear me read an excerpt at this link: https://www.instagram.com/p/C-F39PTxaeC/