Grief is a wild animal

On navigating sadness and why feeling your biggest feels is necessary

Last night, I was visited by the wounded ghost of decades past – myself.

My former self, that is. It was my six-year-old daughter who pulled that trigger (tiny teacher that she is), uttering something to me she heard on a cartoon, not yet understanding the nuance of context and the importance of words – when certain ones are meant for objects, and when …