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The Smell
That Smell?The smell we knew from Grandma’s Place?That was just the smell of summer and springOf green and growing things. I’ve been so quiet. 2025 curled around me like a storm and just went inward. Trying to not let life pull me. I centered on doing small, enjoyable things and pushed the sadness out–out there.…
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Mourning Routine
Everything, everything I have counted on for all my years ended this year. It wasn’t a surprise. My grandmother had tired of life. So she ended it. For the past year after her last hospitalization, the bad one; the one my sister, and mother and I dropped everything for, was preparation for this. The last…
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How do I find words?
Grief is just what it is. Life narrowed down in a funnel to one moment. A moment you have to crawl out of… but. it. is. so. easy. to slip back in.
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Routines Escape Me
Routines are hard. I’m not entirely sure why but unless I have people who can’t or won’t get along without me, I can’t seem to keep to a schedule. I have a neat calendar. I set timers, alarms, etc but just getting out a video every week is so hard. I want to do it…
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A Year of Silence (and broken websites)
I didn’t think I would be spending a year trying to fix a website, and yet, here we are. Settle in; this is a long one. At the beginning of 2023, I was still hip-deep in unpacking from my move. Honestly, I was overwhelmed, and while I tried to enter the Portland/Vancouver scene, I found…

