Month: August 2022


Don’t Call It a Comeback

We’re more than halfway through 2022, and it has been a whirlwind of a rollercoaster for me. And I’m still puking the aftermath.   When writing this draft, I resolved to spill the muscles and the ligaments of my heart into this specific entry to relieve myself of the bottled-up emotions that stink my footfalls every day. But I find that the unrelenting chokehold of my grief continues to be a sharp knife in my guts. Plus, we asked everyone who knows to keep it quiet on social media. It wouldn’t be right to violate our family embargo. I will…

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