“I think I’ve seen you before.” She whispers to the reflection in the mirror. She turns away to dry her hands, pushing the thought from
She slowly trailed her tongue along the rim of the shot glass, wetting it. She dipped it in the sugar and set it on the
We’ve all seen the words that accompany clickbait articles on our social media feed.it. The words that tell us how much of our precious time
There are books aplenty about grief and loss and how to process. Essays upon essays that muse on feelings and actions and how to navigate
grief doesn’t merely sit. it resides, it burrows, nests, settles in, envelopes. heavy, weighted, ever-present, suffocating my lightness of being that it has replaced.
After a long labour of love – and more work than I knew I was getting myself into – the ebook of my collection of