a scribble of jo

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Category: but all this is grief

  • But this

    I think gym classes in middle school and high school need to be more reality based. Instead of teaching proper technique for push ups, gym classes should teach kids how to survive real-life scenarios. Train a thirteen year old how to carry a bag of groceries and a squirming toddler in one hand while unlocking…

  • If not with you

    I didn’t want to put Christmas up this year. At the very most, maybe the little tree we have on the side buffet in the dining room. But I thought of my son and how much he is like his daddy. And his daddy loved Christmas. So here we are.

  • carry this

    I am here to see if there is a way words can restore purpose. If there is a way that the electric ricocheting of shrapnel can slow. If there is a way the deadening pressure can lift. My love, my honeybear, has died. My best friend, my person, our homemaker and caretaker, our number one,…

  • since the last time

    I tested positive, and felt it in every bone of my body, every muscle that ached and said, “No more,” every breath that caught and tightened my throat. Then Baby, her eyes weepy and her little chest constraining against my hands. Then Mister, our caretaker, the captain of this ship that seems to be sinking.…

  • the moments I choose today

    Momma, on the phone, sounds tired and overwhelmed, but still picks up when I call because she knows we need to touch base for sanity’s sake. And to share that three out of the five siblings who visited this weekend have fevers and bad coughs. My chest tightens a notch. Student J, noticing I’m running…