Girl Drew

Today is one of the tougher grief milestones because it marks two years since Ramón's cardiac arrest. My hope for today is that I can live mostly in a place of gratitude — thankful for the crisp morning air, the vibrant colors of spring, and the piece of extra sharp white cheddar cheese I just had for breakfast. To help further my gratitude mission, check this out: http://fightcf.cff.org/goto/drew Here's the text from my CF fundraising page: Typically, when I sit down to writ

Semester. There was a time I used that word frequently, but it faded into oblivion until the past several months. Before you think I’m going back to school, I’m not (though, dang, was I an amazing test taker). This semester I’ve gone back to college in a different way — as a visiting scholar. Basically, a visiting scholar is temporarily employed by a university to teach (or do research) on a specific subject. My subject? Improv. My university? The University of Northern Iowa.

Where all my grievers at? Can I get a BOO-HOO? Just kidding. But if I were to craft a rap about grief, it would definitely start off like that. I’ve been feeling a bit more grief-y than usual lately, and I can think of several practical reasons for that. First, my good friend Lindsey’s husband, Mike, died from leukemia two years ago this week. My heart is connected to Lindsey’s for many reasons, but especially because our look-who’s-a-widow timelines have run somewhat concurr