Posts Tagged: grief

Cat Heron Steele

We are mourning cousin Cat now.

Cat Heron Steele

We are mourning cousin Cat now.

So you’re ready to take action against climate change…

Here’s one way to think about it: are you a YES or a NO kind of person?

So you’re ready to take action against climate change…

Here’s one way to think about it: are you a YES or a NO kind of person?

On the Future: A Harsh Climate for Motherhood

On some days, the door to that world seems to be closing for good. The only positive thing I can say about our vanishing possibility is this: we are no longer constrained by the unreality of political reality.

On the Future: A Harsh Climate for Motherhood

On some days, the door to that world seems to be closing for good. The only positive thing I can say about our vanishing possibility is this: we are no longer constrained by the unreality of political reality.

We Cannot Love What Is Not

Helen MacDonald’s memoir, H is for Hawk, is about falconry as mourning in the wake of her father’s sudden death. But what struck me most about MacDonald’s book is the way climate change is present throughout, without being the intended subject.

We Cannot Love What Is Not

Helen MacDonald’s memoir, H is for Hawk, is about falconry as mourning in the wake of her father’s sudden death. But what struck me most about MacDonald’s book is the way climate change is present throughout, without being the intended subject.

The Family Practice: on loss and grooves

Words dried up when my father died. In the new year I’m finding new words, but this paragraph I wrote in June was like a lump in my throat, demanding to come first:

The Family Practice: on loss and grooves

Words dried up when my father died. In the new year I’m finding new words, but this paragraph I wrote in June was like a lump in my throat, demanding to come first:

Spring and Fall

This poem used to seem very different to me than it does now. I had always read in it that fear of our own death is the root of all feelings of loss.

Spring and Fall

This poem used to seem very different to me than it does now. I had always read in it that fear of our own death is the root of all feelings of loss.

Thank you Zadie Smith

“I found my mind finally beginning to turn from the elegiac what have we done to the practical what can we do?”

Thank you Zadie Smith

“I found my mind finally beginning to turn from the elegiac what have we done to the practical what can we do?”