We buried our son today.
We enter a new phase of grief now.
Thank you, everyone - for everything.
Here is Frankie's eulogy as promised.
Also, a google doc link too, in case the screenshots are annoying: https://t.co/8idufewlp9
Feels like I can only write in short vignettes of late.
Hoping I can get into something longer soon, but for now journaling/vignettes of autofiction is all I got.
I genuinely don’t know why more magazines don’t allow some employees go remote. The requirement to stay in NYC is not only economically devastating on a median salary it also keeps things more parochial than they ought to be. it’s a big world out there.
Visited my son's grave for the first time in awhile. The plaque for him was covered in dirt and had some some grass growing over.
Distressing - but also opens up how the “groundskeeping” in cemeteries are only concerned with the height of grass and disposing of dead flowers.
Visited my son's grave for the first time in awhile. The plaque for him was covered in dirt and had some some grass growing over.
Distressing - but also opens up how the “groundskeeping” in cemeteries are only concerned with the height of grass and disposing of dead flowers.
Woe to those who manipulate religion and the very name of God for their own military, economic, and political gain, dragging that which is sacred into darkness and filth. #ApostolicJourney#Cameroon https://t.co/bKteFZ3iWE
Honestly, poor people deserve more than basic needs. They deserve manicures. They deserve desserts. They deserve name brand shoes. They deserve add guac. They deserve 70 inch TVs. They deserve kitchen aid stand mixers. They deserve lattes, every day.