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The Tenth Day of Griefmas: Holiday Grief Accounting - Dark Little Critter
It’s Boxing Day. I am laying in the bathtub, my thighs, belly, and breasts floating coolly above the Epsom-salted water. I can’t smell the lavender anymore, but I know it’s there. In an hour or so, I will walk into its leftover cloud and rediscover the quieting herbal aroma. That will be after I’ve dried … Continue reading The Tenth Day of Griefmas: Holiday Grief Accounting →