When I Look at a Bird

The time that immediately followed the death of my daughter is almost a complete blur.  I remember very small glimpses of things I can recognize, faces I can make out, shapes I can distinguish.  However, for the most part, it all runs together into a sea of pain, disbelief, sorrow, and terror.  My daughter died…

Automatic for the People

I prefer not thinking. I am more comfortable in situations where I don’t have to make decisions, where I can flip on the autopilot. When there is not an automatic setting available, I create one.  I zone out playing a puzzle game on my phone.  I paint a picture.  I watch a bird.  I do…