A Thousand Papercuts

Writing this feels a little like walking to the guillotine. Honestly, I’ve never done it, but I’m sure my physical reaction would be similar. My eyes hurt from the unchecked tears, and I can’t breathe. My skin feels like it’s suffering a thousand papercuts. It’s death, just the slow-stepped version of it. Our dog diedContinue reading “A Thousand Papercuts”

The One in Which I Die

I think what I’m about to embark on will be huge but not in the sense that I always thought it would. And I’m starting to realize the gift in that. The younger me (let’s call her “Little Ericka” for funsies) would spend hours in front of the mirror, pretending to sit on Oprah’s whiteContinue reading “The One in Which I Die”