Conversations are briefer. There is no physical contact. Our sense of community is bruised like a peach rolling from a table and making contact with a marble floor...
Read MoreYou were always worthy, Until you made me unworthy, Emotional handcuffs clatter to the floor, Freedom…
Read MoreWhile waiting for information about her funeral, I found out it was already taking place and I would miss it…
Read MoreI find it hard to reach out to my colleagues. In my Australian culture, grief is largely seen as a private affair, punctuated by long and absent silences. Needing a national ‘Are you OK’ day says a lot about us, and how hard it is to have conversations outside socially acceptable boundaries...
Read MoreMoving away is an emotional process regardless of how close or far you’re heading. Take in all the emotions as they come. Feel like crying? Let the floods of tears come. Feel like laughing? Go for it!
Read MoreI met J in the flesh on a very cold January day in New York City. We were at the big Barnes & Noble in Times Square. I was only seventeen. I gave her my copy of Haruki Murakami’s South of the Border, West of the Sun as a first-meeting gift...
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