Rejections and Acceptance: On Taking Time to Write About Our Grief

By Jenn Hall

In 2020, my best friend Ginny died at home. She was my sister friend. My ride or die friend (before that was a thing). She was the one who made everything OK. In the months that followed, I developed odd habits. I wandered my early pandemic hallways in pajamas like a neo-Victorian ghost, staring out windows at shifting skies. I sought solace in tarot cards and text chains, her voice evoked silently in black and white. One day, I made a six-hour playlist of every song that remi...