The life I knew
Memory, family, grief, photographs, old rhythms, and the ordinary things that become precious after life changes.
The story
I am writing from the middle.
Life does not always wait until we understand what is happening before it asks us to keep living.
This is a living collection about grief, family, the body, food, uncertainty, ordinary days, and the strange work of becoming acquainted with a life that does not look exactly like the one you knew.
There is no tidy ending required here. No diagnosis has to become an identity. No hard season has to become an inspirational lesson before it is allowed to be told.
