Sam loved to eat.

I wasn’t sure what living in an Airstream would be like.

I have always had my parents, my husbands, alimony, and the kindness of friends to keep me afloat.

I have spent my adult life pursuing questions. I’ve seen how the right question flings doors open and changes everything, or a few things, or one thing.

“Are you on anything now?” the therapist asked.

She is.

Mention the gummies your friend shared with you this past week to help you sleep.

He’s disappearing, is what my brain was saying. Only he’s doing it slowly and telling you about it. This is amazing.

I hated my teacher, Mrs. Castrofalo, and she hated me right back.

My friend Jill is hilarious.

As I drove home from the park where Bird and I walked this morning, I touched my heart. “You are my person,” I said.

(One thing about being deep in grief is you have people share sleep aids with you, so my dreams have been…extra.)