Babies & Other Miscarried Hopes
For the uninitiated, grief is just a dressed-down version of sanctification, inviting you to sit down and lay it all on the table. So, once again, I took a seat. Consider mortality? Piece of cake. Long for the light on the other side? Constantly. Remember that we are but dust? Sure, tell me something I don't know. On the meta, "giving up" is my jam. Let me throw my hands up in the air, laugh at what small shreds of control exist in this life. I've been tempted to make my home in Lent, skip to All Saints Day, and make Advent last all year-round.
First EP / St. Fleming of Advent
This was a small passion project and my first test-run of the recording process. It’s dedicated to the work of Fleming Rutledge and Philip Ziegler, whose theological works upended one summer of my life and provided my grief a satisfactory holding space within a hopeful, cosmic story.
Lists & Lists
Tupperware that needs to be returned to all the amazing cooks who have sent meals over the last few months, a will that needs to be updated, investments that need to be made, airline refund checks that never came from trips that weren’t taken 9 months ago, photos that need to be ordered and little boys that still need help with potty-training — this is a small sampling of my brain on most days.
Six Months
In the beginning, you read and hear a lot about the mystery of "two becoming one." What you don't hear anything about is how in the world you untangle that oneness after till death do you part. It's not easy… Being now just one of the two isn't easy.
Final Journey
During the last few weeks of Greg’s battle with melanoma, I kept friends and family updated on a blog and have posted it all here as a way to archive this journey that we took together.