My father died before the pandemic and the election season's fever pitch. Now, every political ping reminds me of the first time we were truly divided.
Sterkte. Dat is wat we in het Nederlands zeggen om elkaar kracht te wensen als er iets moeilijks is gebeurd. We wensen elkaar nooit zachtheid of de openheid om het allemaal te kunnen ervaren.
Grief can have a clarifying effect, a way of lasering away the mundane. Here's how you can apply some lessons from loss to this year's surreal new world.
My New York City apartment ceased being a happy place after my partner died. Over the years, and especially during this pandemic, my second home became my salvation.
My childhood minivan was layers of disgusting. It was also a place where I spent a ton of time with my mom when she was alive. This is the story of both of those things.