Grief and the Body: What They Don’t Tell You
Between the stress of being a Black woman exec, handling my father’s estate, and broken sleep — I didn’t realize my body was holding the grief too.
Denial is A River- I’m Still Grieving
All I can do is buckle up. I’ve been white-knuckling my way through the inevitable drops, anticipating the bumps that come with the turns. Then, for a moment, when I feel safe, I’ll let go of the handle bars, grab some sky, open my eyes—before the ride starts all over again.