On Grief and Loss

Grief has resurfaced in my life in the past week. Subtle, quiet, it sneaks in and sidles up beside me, comfortable like a well-worn pair of shoes, though not nearly as loved. I was 22 years old when my mom died. Two years, eight months and two days have passed since then. I’ve had some time…

2013

As I spend the last day of 2013 reflecting on where I was last year when it began, I realize how much has changed. My thoughts are always about my shortcomings, what I need to—and haven’t—improved. But when I stop to really think about where I am at in my life, I realize I have…