For My Nana
September 4, the anniversary of my nana’s death. I wrote this poem in her memory. I miss her deeply and love her even more.
The Side Effect of Love
August is always a whirlwind of emotions for me: the stress and excitement that comes with a new school year, the nostalgia for the end of beach days and bare feet, the grief of another year without two of my favorite people, my nana and my dad.
Birthdays After Death
January is the time of rebirth — the month of novelty. My January has undertones of these feelings of newness, but they are always overwhelmed by the presence of my father and his legacy.