My family copes with my sister’s murder in various degrees.
For example, I make my brain numb for almost a year with merlot, cabernet, pinot noir, Mary Oliver, and Jesus. I can’t walk or breathe after the execution, but I can write. This is my sanity, my death, my new universe.
Confessions of a Nutcase
(stuff I’d only tell my sister)
Life by Nadine Lynn
~I don’t know how it all began, but I dip my cheese puffs inside diet coke as if it were sour cream.
May 26, 2010
~ I wonder if your mother awakened this morning thinking of you. I believe she did. After all, you were her son: the college hockey player, the great musician, the long distant runner, the one with the Master’s Degree.
And once upon a time, it’s hard to imagine, you swam inside her empty womb.
“She looks at me, and we both laugh, and in the instant we are merely two women, standing over a lasagna, telling the truth.” –Jodi Picoult, Small Great Things
~ I’m the kind of person who is interested.
—–How do you plan a rebirth? I’m not sure you do. You just stand in the darkness until you can’t endure it any long, and then you move forward until you’re standing in the light.” –Ahmir Q. Thompson
~Today I am honored to be interviewing, Julie Anderson, creator of the empowering, unfiltered blog, Feminine Collective.
Without further ado, here is Julie!
Writing. Always Writing.
You know what terrifies me, makes me go cold and yucky inside? Well, I’ll tell you.