I call this “part 1 (of a million)” because there are so many things that annoy me about how the people around me handle my grieving, and there will undoubtedly be more posts that fall into this category. For this one, instead of just putting it right out there, I will first illustrate my topic [...]
Archive for September, 2009
pet peeves of the bereaved: part 1 (of a million)
Posted in pet peeves on September 30, 2009 | 3 Comments »
My love affair with Bikram yoga, and why I am lucky.
Posted in Uncategorized on September 29, 2009 | 6 Comments »
Oh. My. Goodness. Before getting too into this post, I need to rewind to a couple of weeks ago when I was sitting at Carly’s kitchen table and we were having a little chat about yoga. It went something like this: Me: Man, I really need to get back into yoga. Carly: Oh my gosh, [...]
a visit at work from my friends, Bitter and Sad.
Posted in Uncategorized on September 22, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Typing that out really makes it seem uber weird. No matter, on with the post. As a full-time nanny, I spend 40-50 hours of my week in someone else’s home, watching someone else’s child, sort of pretending I’m some real part of someone else’s family unit. It would be easy to make the mistake, as [...]
rapid fluctuation: a naturally occuring event
Posted in Uncategorized on September 21, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I just wanted to add a short note about the fluctuation of my feelings. As fellow mourners would understand, the grief process considerably resembles a little thing we in the business like to call schizophrenia, and now that I think about it, PMS. Yes, another fun side effect of the already shit-soaked process of grieving [...]
me + grief = this blog.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged grief, loss of a parent, mourning, recovery, sadness on September 21, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Holy shit, blog, what’s up. I guess I’ve finally fallen victim to the craze. I’m surprised it’s taken so long, as I love to write, and I love to spread my feelings and thoughts (whether positive or negative or funny or poop-ish) to those around me, strangers included. So why has it taken me so [...]
