It’s been almost 6 years since my dad died, and the not-having-a-dad thing is not easier. Approaching 29, grappling with my grief has become more dynamic. When I was 22, my dad died. My thoughts really began and ended with that. My dad died, and what was I going to…

Remember that hearing continues. I read it in “the hospice book” as I’ve been calling it. I can visualize the table of contents with my eyes closed. So when the nurse came over last Friday and sat me down at our family dinner table to tell me my Dad will…

i was once mistaken about the simplicity of our flesh and bones as if we are a two hundred and six piece puzzle deficient in grandiosity as if we are…

By Alicia Napierkowski I’ve been writing since I could hold a pen in my hand and put letters together to form words. I don’t even think I was capable of comprehending the sanctity I had built with letters and syllables. …

by Alicia Napierkowski — This will be my first Father’s Day without my father. A fatherless day, really. I got my first “it’s never too soon to shop for Dad!” email promptly following Mother’s Day, which I’d like to address– do you know how much I procrastinate? It’s May. I’ve been trying to prepare…

I’ve spent much of my time lately looking inward, wondering what my future will look like, wondering how to find my way out of darkness. I’m realizing the grey areas are where we start figuring things out. We find contrast. We gain perspective. …