Remembering Andrew Wimmer by Suzanne Renard
Suzanne gave me permission to post the following text she wrote one day after Andrew died at Barnes Jewish Hospital, A text I sent Marcia, Jan 23, 2024. As I listen to the outpouring of…
Suzanne gave me permission to post the following text she wrote one day after Andrew died at Barnes Jewish Hospital, A text I sent Marcia, Jan 23, 2024. As I listen to the outpouring of…
We are not limited to our physical body, even when we are alive. We inter-are with our ancestors, our descendants, and the whole of the cosmos. We do not have a separate self; we are…
There is a quote from one of my favorite poets, Buddy Wakefield, that I sometimes mis-remember. My version of his words has to do with creating safe passage through our minds, which, in my opinion,…
Grief can be a lonely experience, but it doesn’t have to be. Sometimes we don’t talk about grief because it makes us uncomfortable or we don’t know what to say. The good grief project was…
Grief you motherfucker, You robber of joy, You thief in the night, Stealing and killing. Burning my village to the ground. Grief, you backpack full of rocks, You unrelenting burden I bear Just when I…