The Catharsis of Loss

My grandmother died the Sunday before I moved across the country to begin a new life. I'd spent that day packing and loading a shipping container with my husband, parents, and brother, which was more fun that it had any right to be. Our raucous laughter shook the house we were leaving behind, rumbling out …

It’s OK To Be Happy

My mother excitedly shook me awake at 2:30 a.m. on Saturday morning with more enthusiasm than she had any right to muster. I immediately started questioning every choice leading me up to that painful moment, because I'm well past the age of being able to do anything before 7 a.m. or after midnight. After a …