The point of dating is to get to know another person. It’s a process made more confusing when, in my grief, I’m getting reacquainted with myself.
In the ‘Sex and the City’ reboot, Carrie Bradshaw’s arc is one of the most truthful depictions of mourning I’ve ever seen on TV.
At what point does someone we’ve lost become only a story we tell, more myth than memory?
Baking was solely Mom’s domain, I believed, and cooking for her was mine.
In video games, dead parent storylines give a character depth. Their grief becomes a plot point, something to overcome.
It was the middle of a pandemic. Mom had just died of cancer. Why leave my home of four and a half years?