Category Archives: grief

The Missing Mannequin

The closets in my dad’s house are stuffed with dead people’s things, a tomb of items we have yet to sell, can’t bear to get rid of, and can’t stand looking at. The house has become a museum in hiding … Continue reading

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Two out-of-place grievers at a “Real L Word” party

It was the end of the summer, technically fall, but still warm enough to wear a tank top along with a pair of overpriced skinny jeans to an afternoon party in Highland Park that my younger friend Jordan had invited me … Continue reading

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A Chosen Loss

I didn’t want to sell the MG. It was my first car. I’d driven it through high school, college, my first years in Los Angeles as a struggling musician. I’d dragged it from apartment building to apartment building covered in … Continue reading

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“The Best Way Out is Always Through”

I really wish I could say there’s a day you finally wake up and don’t miss your mom. Where you don’t feel like you’re stuck in some “Twilight Zone” existence where the landscape of your family no longer looks like … Continue reading

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Last Insomniac Standing

“Sleep is the fuel of life…It’s nourishing; it’s restorative. And when you are deprived of it, you are really deprived of a basic kind of sustenance.” — Gayle Greene, author of Insomniac. To say I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since … Continue reading

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My Fifth Birthday…Without Her

I don’t remember much about my fifth birthday or any of my birthdays, really. I have vague images of cakes — a clown cake, a cake shaped like a guitar with frosting-painted strings, one resembling Oscar the Grouch made out … Continue reading

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This Song of Mine…

This weekend I went home to Marin for my half-aunt Allison’s baby shower. (You might be wondering how I have a half-aunt — my grandfather got remarried and had kids in the 1980s and the result is that I have … Continue reading

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