and then, the weeks blurred

The weeks following my great-aunt's passing were startling in their ordinariness. Or maybe turning back to the ordinary is how I cope. With no service to attend and no further instruction from my family members down south, I wiped my tears and turned my mind toward my controllables. And life, as it always seems to, … Continue reading and then, the weeks blurred

one of thirty-two

As of 6:28 AM, the Alabama Department of Public Health reported 32 coronavirus-related deaths in the state. One of them is—well, was—my great aunt. She was my late grandmother's younger sister. One of four girls in a family of eight. The grandmother of one of my favorite cousins. My heart breaks in anticipation of the … Continue reading one of thirty-two