Tag: Grief

Reaching Back When You Reach Out

Reaching Back When You Reach Out
I write about a lot of things that people often don’t know how to talk about in person. Hell, I write about a lot of things I don’t know how to talk about in person. Part of that is the complexity of the social dynamics in a conversation (is this a person I can talk openly about... Read more »

A Letter from the Future

A Letter from the Future
Dear Lea, I am writing this letter for you to read the night after Mike’s surgery and diagnosis, once you’re sure all your houseguests are asleep. You won’t be sleeping anyway. Five days ago, on the happiest day of your life, Mike asked you to marry him. Four days ago he had a seizure and... Read more »

Brain Cancer, Guns, and My Daily Sh*tshow

Brain Cancer, Guns, and My Daily Sh*tshow
Let’s be honest, mornings are a shitshow. Dragging yourself out of bed so that you can drag other unwilling people out of bed, knowing they will fight you on everything from putting on clean underwear and using the bathroom to putting breakfast in their mouths and their shoes on their feet and zipping their goddamn... Read more »
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An Open Letter to the Columbine Students Walking Out Today

An Open Letter to the Columbine Students Walking Out Today
I vividly remember April 20, 1999. It was my 15th birthday. I was a goth teenager, and I remember walking through the halls in the afternoon, wearing my full length black cloak, and the side-eyed look I got from teachers and students alike- wondering if my cloak wasn’t really some kind of trench coat, if... Read more »

Twice A Week, the NRA Reaps Our Children

Twice A Week, the NRA Reaps Our Children
Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about the labels of loss. There is a word to define a person who has lost their parents– orphan. It defines them, no matter what else is true of themselves or their lives, it is a fact of their existence. Widow. Widower. These words define people who have lost... Read more »

Nazis and Brain Cancer- A Waiting Game

Nazis and Brain Cancer- A Waiting Game
My husband had a seizure on Friday night. He was driving, halfway between Chicago and Ann Arbor, MI, alone. He was able to pull to the side of the freeway, and I was able to get family to collect him and drive him to me, where I was waiting, three hours away. It could mean... Read more »
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My Congressman Voted to Kill My Family

My Congressman Voted to Kill My Family
Just a few minutes ago, it happened. The House of Representatives voted to deny coverage to my family. To my husband, who has brain cancer and the audacity to survive. To my 7yo daughter, who has asthma. To my 4yo daughter, with a congenital spinal defect. To me, for having been raped, among other things. More... Read more »

Oral History of the New Colossus

Oral History of the New Colossus
Last month, I was honored to be a featured poet at a local Poets in Resistance event. Below is the transcript of the poem I read for the crowd. Please enjoy. Oral History of the New Colossus 1. I come from a people of wandering, Of desert paths swept clean of footprints by thousand year... Read more »

Inaugural Poem

Inaugural Poem
A room full of people, Surrounded by shadows of a fading light. “No,” I said, in turns, With a voice dancing recklessly between fear and laughter. “No,” I said, Helplessly, Unheard. I knew him, The archetype Man with Power, When, in turns, I said, “No,” The word emptied with a hollow dredged of fear and the plodding footfall of the inevitable.... Read more »
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The SuperMommy End-Of-Summer Digest

The SuperMommy End-Of-Summer Digest
Hello, lovely readers! I know, it’s been far too long since I clued you in on where else you can be reading works by the great Lea Grover. Between the chaos of moving and general chaos (by the way, do you know how to get rid of an angry hive of bees that’s moved into... Read more »