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Me and Sarah and the movie about the dying girl
Posted on November 9, 2015 1 Comment
Sometime this summer, I made the conscious and sober — though somewhat hungover — decision to go see “Me and Earl and the Dying Girl” alone.
On dreams of dead parents, delayed grief and Rihanna
Posted on August 18, 2015 2 Comments
What I gathered (besides the fact that I could probably use some professional therapy) was that, nearly two years later, I’m still grieving my mother’s death (and — though the dreams of my dad are far less frequent — close to seven years later, I’m still grieving his, too).