Content note: this piece contains references to death and the COVID-19 pandemic. I pour myself a cup of coffee in a red mug from the place they started taking me when I was a baby. I pour myself a cup of coffee from the place with the hill where I ran, tumbled, and lost my ice-creamContinue reading “Red Mug”
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What My Grandmother Taught Me
Content note: this piece contains discussion of death, grief, and hospitals. I don’t really know what to write. My usual way with words has gotten away from me. I’ve been left with a chaotic swirl of thoughts, images, and feelings that are difficult to articulate. Thinking about death. Thinking about grief. Thinking about meaning, aboutContinue reading “What My Grandmother Taught Me”
Sage Pantony 