by Holly Mohr My dad’s face showed up in my dreams, off an on, a couple nights ago. He would just pop in, smiling, then pop back out. It was the earnest smile of my much younger years, the smile he had for me when I was three or four and he was getting readyContinue reading “The Brood: Christmas Edition”
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The Brood: Fly Me to the Moon
by Holly Mohr Grief has been taking me by surprise lately. For months, I barely felt anything at all, except maybe anger. I figured I had already done my grieving, that I’d been grieving since 2003. Much to my surprise, I broke down the other day. It was a regular Tuesday, an hour or soContinue reading “The Brood: Fly Me to the Moon”
Sick Pilgrim 