Grief
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Death, Greed, & Drama: Tuesday, August 26, 2025 at 6:26 pm ET
DW called and left me a message letting me know that Māmā had passed away. I fell to my knees in shock, wept out loud – ugly cried, heartbroken, and could not regain my composure to immediately return her call. I asked DW how Māmā died but she could not understand what I was asking. Continue reading
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Death, Greed, & Drama: A Therapeutic Series of Letting Go
My mother unexpectedly passed away in August 2025, and life has been full of family drama driven by greed. So, I will be publishing a series of posts as an attempt to work through emotions, internal dissonance, and find some peace in the turmoil. Continue reading
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Messy Things
The early morning in mid-September is shrouded in darkness, seems fitting for the current state of things. I know in the very depth of my soul that the proverbial light at the end of this long, dark, and arduous tunnel, but I cannot even see a glimmer right now. Guided only by my faith that Continue reading
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Soldier On
The inevitable response to death always seems to lead to greed & thirst for power. I have been burdened with an insurmountable task with no access to resources. There is no opportunity to properly grieve, or take a breath, or process as I must just soldier on. Continue reading
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Haunted
“Māmā“ I called out into the darkness. My voice seemed too small and too weak to pierce through the thick air of mourning. “Māmā, Mā-mā” I called out again, eyes blurred with grief and heavy with sleep. A light shone from the kitchen cast filtered shadows against the wall that slowly succumbed to the darkness Continue reading
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Latchkey Child
A high-pitched, repetitive electronic chirping rang off in the distance, growing increasingly louder until I recognized that it was the sound of my alarm clock. My eyes struggled to open under the layer of eye crust at the corners and I rolled onto my back, stretching everything. A combination of comforters and throw-blankets cinched around Continue reading
The Angry Typist 