Grief. A day of mourning. 

I received a message of condolence from an old friend in Budapest. All the way from Hungary, she felt my hurt, my disbelief. 

I feel empty of words tonight. 

Lately I’ve had this recurring thought, that this blog project has been one long exercise in clearing my throat. I know who I am. I am not afraid to raise my voice. And all this work, it has a purpose. 

(Post 293 of 365)


3 thoughts on “Grief”

  1. Yes grief–a night of shock followed by a day of despair. I write this on day 3 with hope starting to rise again, thinking it’s a good thing we got our voices back–we’re going to need them.

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  2. Yes – absolutely it does. I was almost afraid to “come here” to this blog -almost like – how could I go to a place where the words have provided such strength, solace, understanding. It was like everything was ripped apart and I wouldn’t know how to like – I guess when I think about it – be the person who had responded here all during the year. I don’t know – it’s hard to even explain. But I’m glad to find you here again, strong as ever.

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    1. I know exactly what you mean, Rachel. Everything is different, feels different. We’ve landed in this very unexpected place. On a personal level, I’d had the realization that this blog/motherhood/writing/reclaiming my voice has been a lot about me coming into my own feminism. The election felt like a mirroring of that, women rising, finally reaching this place of equality. We were so close. Also, as a parent, I feel completely gutted. I wanted this so much for my daughter.


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