It’s been a hard week. We said goodbye to our dog, Cooper, on Monday. Today, I learned that my friend Paula died from cancer. It is a strange thing about life that when you have a loss—or even a happy change: a birth, a new relationship, what have you—the world and even your own life just continues on. You still have to buy groceries and wash your clothes, your bills keep arriving and demanding to be paid, your neighbors keep having parties in the middle of a pandemic. It is both frustrating and comforting, by turns and all at once.
Scattered, vol. 6
Scattered, vol. 6
Scattered, vol. 6
It’s been a hard week. We said goodbye to our dog, Cooper, on Monday. Today, I learned that my friend Paula died from cancer. It is a strange thing about life that when you have a loss—or even a happy change: a birth, a new relationship, what have you—the world and even your own life just continues on. You still have to buy groceries and wash your clothes, your bills keep arriving and demanding to be paid, your neighbors keep having parties in the middle of a pandemic. It is both frustrating and comforting, by turns and all at once.