I am learning things about myself, facing fears, and coming out stronger on the other side.

I get caught in the tension of pushing in and pulling away from love for fear of the pain I know comes when all that's left are memories.

My relationship with music changed when my dad died.

I walked in the room expecting to see an earth suit. What I saw sent me into full panic mode.

I dreamed of meeting my half-brother. Often.

Processing loss is worthy of our time and focus.

We must bear witness to one another’s grief.

An important lesson in showing respect despite disagreement.

My childhood quest to end my dad’s smoking habit.