Granite Bunny
By Bethany Taylor
Tuesday, April 7, 2020
Notes on Grief in the Midst of a Pandemic
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Today is five years since my father died. Hannah and Emily and I had left Mum at the hospital around midnight the night before, af...
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Tuesday, March 26, 2019
Let's Not Be Cruel Anymore
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Let me be clear. I am not suicidal. One of the things that keeps me most awake at night, thinking about my beloved dead father and sister i...
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Sunday, December 23, 2018
Why I Want to Drive to the Airport
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It is ten o’clock at night on December 23 rd . My sister Emily is making cookies in our mother’s kitchen, while Mum putters around with las...
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Thursday, November 1, 2018
Aberdeen
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This is a Pirate Bird Lady at the Aberdeen Maritime Museum. Her wing looks like an ice cream cone. I never wanted to be in Scotland a...
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Wednesday, October 3, 2018
Hiking With and Without Hannah
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Recently, I went alone up the Caps Ridge Trail on Mount Jefferson. It’s a bargain hike—minimal mileage for maximum view. One mile and y...
Tuesday, October 2, 2018
Död Amazon, By Olof Hedberg
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Just at the point of today when I burst into tears at my desk while wishing that I could tell Hannah every funny thing, every dumb thing, ev...
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Tuesday, September 18, 2018
Things I've Thought About Grief from Books
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Lately, as I go through the mechanics of performing the role of Me in the continuing saga Daily Life, I have a line from Hamlet ratt...
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