Knowing and Dreaming; an Exercise in Grief

Knowing and Dreaming; an Exercise in Grief

Guest Post - Katie Koranda

I dreamed that I was at my grandparent’s house in upstate New York. They were dead, just like they are in real life. I was rummaging through cupboards, frantically trying to find a memento of their life.

“Where is the glass jar with Snoopy on it that she kept instant coffee in?!” I yelled to my sisters.

The house was mostly empty. I couldn’t find anything. I was crushed.

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Children of Light

Children of Light

“Sir, are you really calling the police because there is a squirrel with a long tooth in your yard?” – Police Department to my husband. 

In his defense, he had to call. It was Saturday morning and we were wrapping up a leisurely waffle breakfast when I noticed a new squirrel in our backyard. This little guy stood out because he was eating his waffle (don’t judge – it’s their weekend too, you know!) on the right side of his mouth. Sticking out of the left side was a gigantic tooth that looped up and around, rubbing the fur off his face. A quick Google search told me that this squirrel was not going to survive unless someone caught it, sedated it, and trimmed that crazy tooth. I knew we needed to get help - call animal control – this is an emergency!

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