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Tag Archives: grief
Book Review: Hag-Seed by Margaret Atwood
Reinterpreting Shakespeare is one of those things that seems obvious on paper, I mean Shakespeare himself borrowed large swaths of his ideas of those that came before him, so turning it into a cycle is an obvious get. The problem … Continue reading
Posted in Book Review, fiction
Tagged Classic Retellings, classics, fantasy, grief, Hag-Seed, Hogarth Shakespeare, Margaret Atwood, prison, Revenge, Shakespeare, The Tempest, theatre
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Sugar, Spice, and Insulin
It’s only the third of January and I’m already waiting for a new year, some sort of arbitrary clean slate to make things new. I brace myself against a guard rail and watch the slow stream of people enter the … Continue reading
Grief’s Promise
Writing is full of false starts and mulligans. Were it a sport it would be an inscrutable mass of expletives and rage-crumpled pages. This is not news to me, nor, I suspect, is it new to you. It is the … Continue reading
Posted in Nonfiction
Tagged death, family, funeral, grandfather, grandpa, grief, Life, Memory, one final attempt for clarity, promise, sedatives and swabs, suffering, writing
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The ‘Kegger’ Question
There was an argument, or rather a statement met with silence that he had said he wanted a ‘kegger’ at my grandfather’sĀ funeral. The kids, the proper family, couldn’t reconcile this. The man who swore to his mother as a young … Continue reading
Posted in Nonfiction
Tagged alcohol, death, grandfather, grandpa, grief, kegger, Love, Memory, promises, pyre and song, vikings
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Post Processing
There are certain parts of grief that seem to change with every passing moment. Little broken things that shift in the soul like shattered glass and at their worst break something else amid their rattling. I figure the pieces can … Continue reading
Posted in Nonfiction
Tagged alcohol, anxiety, death, depression, Dereliction of duty, grief, Love, processing, some small strand of fatherhood
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