It’s my last night in Rome, and I am back at the beginning. The feeling that at any moment my grief will suffocate me. I am having difficulty swallowing. The inside of my mouth feels as if it were on fire. She was alive. And then she wasn’t. What does that even mean? What does… Read More How do you measure a life?
I have discovered a whole new world of memoirs written by women about grief. I’m reading Simone de Beauvoir’s short, intense, and harrowing memoir A Very Easy Death, where she recounts in vivid detail the few weeks from the moment her mother fell in the bathroom, breaking her hipbone, through her hospitalization and discovery of… Read More A Very Easy Death