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I’m a fan girl of this poet (opens the original)
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The first and second and maybe even third time I stumbled on a poem by Sara Rian, whose Substack is , on Instagram, I wondered how this stranger was inside my head and able to articulate exactly what I was feeling so much better than I ever could. After that, I no longer wondered and simply took it as fact that Sara understood grief in its truest form and had a gift for putting it into words. If you follow me on Instagram (@feinjessica), you know that I’m a serial re-poster of Sara’s work.When I
Do you think it was a sign? (opens the original)
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I’m trying something new this week — telling my story through video. I’ve just dipped my toe into TikTok (I know, I’m probably a decade too late) and this is what I shared. If you read last week’s post, you know how much I was dreading my birthday, the one where I’d become the age my oldest sister was when she died. Here’s what ended up happening:What do you think? Was it a sign? What kind of signs do you get? Meanwhile, since we’re talki
On Becoming the Same Age as My Older Sister (opens the original)
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I’m writing this post the day before my birthday. I should tell you that I’m a big fan of birthdays. I like to be feted. I like to get presents as much as I love giving them. And really is there anything more celebratory than cake with candles presented along to Stevie Wonder’s “Happy Birthday” song?But I’ve been dreading this particular birthday for weeks, the one where I will turn the age my older sister Rachel was when she died. Rachel was eight years older than me, and I grew up thinking of
First Peek (opens the original)
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About exactly one year ago, I set out on a quest. I love the ring of that. A “quest” sounds so daring and adventurous. And in many ways my quest was both of those things. It was also introspective, surprising, and ultimately transformative.My goal was to answer one of life’s most universal questions: How do we stay connected to the people we love after they die?I shared a bit about this journey at the outset, which you can read here
The Summer of My Discontent (opens the original)
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I am just now beginning to emerge from the summer that will go down forever in my memory as The Bummer Summer. But let’s be clear, that’s only because of the ease with which “bummer summer” rolls off the tongue. It’s far easier to say than “the months overflowing with anxiety, anguish, and fear,” though that’s a more accurate descriptions of the dark Summer of 2026.The summer didn’t start out that way. In fact, as June kicked into gear, my husband and I began our annual countdown to the end of h
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