The Messy Debris of Coronavirus Grief

The Messy Debris of Coronavirus Grief

I once lived in a second-story condo along a large river and if I’d had any arm strength whatsoever, it would’ve been a stone’s throw from the water. A pair of great blue herons lived within sight of what was my favorite spot—an 8x5 deck just off the dining room.  I...

Uncoupled, but not Unhinged

Uncoupled, but not Unhinged

There’s a gradual uncoupling that occurs when a marriage comes to an end. Coworkers may notice the woman who begins more sentences with “I” than “We.” Invitations once accepted are now turned down. Churchgoers may notice that a previously coupled person now attends...

Not So Young, Nestless, and Single

Not So Young, Nestless, and Single

Sitting in the waiting room with dilated eyes, I could only make out pictures and headlines in the magazine I thumbed through. I saw a set of bullet points—some sort of symptoms—and as I squinted I recognized one after another. Feeling more sad than usual; Often...

Patricia Alderman
Patricia is a writer who explores the sacred space of God's everyday grace. She is an introvert who craves community, a Michigander who hates being cold, and a hopelessly loud car singer who can’t carry a tune to save her life. She explores loss and grief—miscarriage, childlessness, losing a parent—and what it’s like to navigate those experiences in a world that often wants us to just get over it already. She has written for The Mudroom, Fathom Magazine, SheLoves Magazine, Perennial Gen, and many others. Patricia also solves many of the world’s problems while relaxing with a skein of yarn and a crochet hook. Connect with her at patriciaalderman.com

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