I have a piece up on a new and amazing site called Modern Loss which has candid conversations about grief. It’s truly beautiful.
Here’s an excerpt of my piece:
I’m in a yoga class with my forehead pressed into the mat — this cheesy orange mat with a giant sunset and a backlit tree branch — and my friend Steve Bridges is saying “Hi Gin.” A transplanted Texan, Steve says my name, Jen, like I’m booze. And he’s talking to me during yoga.
The thing is, Steve is dead.
“Steve, it’s Jen, not Gin. I hate gin. At least call me Wine.” We used to laugh at that.