Grief & Death

I bought a cheap tube of mascara and put it on in the parking lot. That’s how desperate I was for retail therapy.

My dog, Moon, is at the end of his life. I know this. I’ve known it for a while. But knowing it doesn’t make it easier, just more obvious.

Everything in my world had fallen apart and I couldn’t imagine how I could put Humpty Dumpty back together again. So I gave up.

Billie reads a poem from her book and talks about how creativity helps her adapt to isolation and protect her mental health during the pandemic.

It took me years to figure out how to move forward after becoming a widow. That word felt like a black letter W tattooed on my forehead.

It has taken me a long time to learn how to process grief because it is part of my brain and my biology, the dark shadow of lost love.