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Sylvia Shawcross
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Crow'd Sourcing Somedays I would be discouraged, about politics, about people, about the powerlessness of effecting change in even my small corner of the world from corporate and individual greed and cliques of fame and power in a world that glorifies it. O...

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Himself They, whoever "they" might be, say that when someone dies a person is
idealized at some point; where all their flaws and problems disappear
and are replaced by a shining angelic memory bearing no resemblance to
the person in question who died. Hi...

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Grief in the Happy World The cult of positive thinking is such a dangerous thing for the
grieving. Certainly this cult has become ubiquitous to our times. People
did not once think they had some kind of social duty to pretend or even
choose happy things ...

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The things I will never know about Fukushima There are fools in this world. I am one of them. I believed I had both the time and talent to understand physics. I do not. (Although I've not yet given up.) I wanted to really understand, for myself, what happen...

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Of course Of course we entertain thoughts of suicide. Us widowers. It is part of the grief. It is in an odd kind of way, a comfort. To know that ultimately we can choose not to live because the living is so damn brutal at times. I've spoken to other widows ...

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The First Day of Spring I lost my love on the first day of Spring. I don't remember what the weather was like really. I remember the moon on the river because our friend drove me home from the hospital along River Road. It was a bright moon, ripely shining....

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The pretend world of the Walking Wounded Widows Some people are shocked by the raw honesty of my posts on losing George. I am a writer. It is what I do. I am gifted or perhaps cursed by an ability to put words to feelings, situations, life. Not all people a...

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This Day This day is just this day. It holds no promise beyond it's existence. I grapple with the pain of loss, hooks at the heart, profound depths. I don't want this. I did not ask for this. I did not deserve this. Yet here I am, bedraggled seaweed drying ...

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Quiet On January 8th, last year, we received the diagnosis of Himself's bile duct cancer. It is winter and I relive those days over and over. The pain is indescribable. I'm holding on by my fingernails some days. I remember the strength it took for me to pr...
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