words & art by shé

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Tag: grieving and loss

  • Cabooses

    My mother sewed us little muu-muus to sleep in, which we called cabooses for some reason. After Johnny transitioned, I opened our drawer and looked at them that first night. We shared a bedroom. We shared everything. That first night was strange. I was alone. It was my turn to open the drawer with the…

  • Struggling with Wait

    I have been heavier. I have been lighter. It rarely has anything to do with calories. Mostly it has to do with happiness. When I set my needs and wants aside—for work, family, friends—I suffer. Self-loathing sets in, the mind attacks the body: you’re fat. You’re over-weight. But in fact I’m over-wait: waiting for permission…