A woman came in to shop our post-holiday sale (I work for lululemon), and was having trouble choosing between two pairs of pants that were discounted by about thirty percent. One, we both agreed, was a god-awful color; the other had a strap that inconveniently wrapped around the waist, which would have gotten in the … Continue reading Precious to each other.
Every day I feel the molten core of shock cooling, which brings about its own kind of despair. I don’t want to get used to this; I don’t want my brain to assimilate and contain the loss of you. I don’t want the live wire of grief to stop jolting my fingers, zapping its hot … Continue reading The familiarity of loss.
Welcome? Sorry you're here? This isn't a website anyone gets excited to visit. But in time, I hope it can be a place you can stop by when you need comforting. My name is Jen. I've always been a writer. My main gig is over here, which I started as a passion project to talk … Continue reading I’m sorry, and welcome.