The Collected Regrets of Clover

by Mikki Brammer

When living became a habit rather than a privilege and the years ticked by unnoticed.

It’s so easy to see your parental figure through that lens alone, to think that their existence has always revolved around yours. But before they were parents, they were simply human beings trying to navigate life as best they could, dealing with their own disappointments, chasing after their own dreams. And yet we often expect them to be infallible.

Grief is just love looking for a place to settle.