Tonight I told a live audience of 200-ish people a story about Hudson and hospitals and brain injuries and death and God and the things that people call miracles. I think that’s about enough for today.
I’m honored to be published at Modern Loss for the first time with a piece about my sad but also strangely satisfying experience of using Timehop as a grieving person.
“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” My son shouted the word over and over again as he ran across the porch of his preschool towards me. Sometimes, this incessant repetition will provoke an automatic biological response that many mothers know well: stomach… Continue Reading →