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Mockingbirds at midnight

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The shipwreck of grieving

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Mockingbirds at midnight

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Mockingbirds at midnight – The shipwreck of grieving Skip to content Mockingbirds at midnight The shipwreck of grieving Menu Home About Folding time with the scent of the past February 13, 2022 February 13, 2022 | maggiebird It’s been a long time since I wrote for this space. When my mom first passed, writing helped. I kept my words measured, each phrase carefully chosen for coherence. I kept a tight hold on sanity and reason by creating a world of carefully controlled sentences and thought. But all the while, behind the keyboard, I was screaming into the void, howling into a black sky where no moon ever rose, whirling lost in the chaos of hurt and raw anguish. Writing to try and find my mother in an emptiness I could not pierce.  Eventually, writing my grief exhausted me.  It’s been six years since she passed. Grief has ebbed and flowed through those years. I have learned (sort of) to live without her, but it’s life with an emotional limp, a curvature in the...

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