Tag: It’s a SAK

Unexpected Fruit of Grief

Four years ago, we were preparing for my dad’s funeral by early morning light.  I was back in my childhood home under the redwoods in my mom’s kitchen; writing a joint eulogy with my sister and pouring some good whiskey into a flask for… Continue Reading “Unexpected Fruit of Grief”

It’s A SAK!

I was broken, empty and unable to do anything about it.  My dad was dead and I was 3000 miles away. I couldn’t fly home immediately, because bereavement fairs no longer exist and we could not afford a ticket that costs twice what it would… Continue Reading “It’s A SAK!”

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