Grief and loss are ubiquitous. Unfortunately.
You only have to turn on the news to see it. Or hear your child cry. Or listen to a friend when she's had a fearfully bad day. Or, turn inward and see what you've been thinking of lately.
Grief and loss don't always have to do with death, or divorce. Grief comes with: losing a job, moving, watching someone move away, fighting with a loved one, missing a child who's at summer camp. Grief spills over into lots of things. And grief doesn't always have to be GRIEF. It can just be grief. With little letters.
Little lettered grief could be opening up a brand new bag of cinnamon raisin bread to make a much anticipated piece of toast and finding mold. Or gleefully making a birthday cake for your son and discovering that you don't have any eggs because the last person to use any put an empty carton back in the fridge. Or maybe you spilled your coffee on the way to work. See? Little lettered grief.
I would like to hear from you. I would like to open up this blog for guest posts on the subjects of grief and loss. Big GRIEF, or little lettered grief. To paraphrase Dr. Seuss, Big GRIEF, little grief, what begins with grief? It can be on any topic within that thematic framework. It can be in any format: essay, short story, or article. Fiction or non. Please email it to me (identifying what format it is in) at valeriewillman@gmail.com and I'll post it.
Let's build some community and start healing.
