Last night, as I scrolled through my Twitter feed, I came across a post by Scholastic Which led me to this page on facebook, a page filled with stories of readers and their experiences with the last of the Harry Potter series. I only read a few posts, but they reminded me how the first … Continue reading
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Heavy
Today I received some sad, sad news. My co-worker of 10 years from Cobble Hill School of American Studies, a woman who mentored me as a new wife, a new mother, and a fellow doctoral student/candidate/graduate found out that her 31 year old son–whom I have known of and heard about and met multiple times–has … Continue reading
Writing Down the Grief
Today marks sixteen years since my dad passed away. Diagnosed with juvenile onset diabetes around 1950, it is pretty amazing that he lived until 1996, until he was 61 years old. He was a diabetic for years before individuals tested their own blood sugar by pricking their fingers at home. Since his insulin shots were … Continue reading