Sometimes, I pretend. I pretend to be okay. It feels like it’s easier for everyone else when I do. Grief is awkward and upsetting and ugly, so I understand why it makes people uncomfortable. I really do. So, when you ask if I’m okay, I’d rather lie because I want to spare your feelings. It’s ...

I’ve been wracking my brain for a couple weeks on what to write. This is my first article on our new Coffee House Writers platform, and it will set the tone for all that is to come from me. Do I start with a fiction story? A poem? An amusing list? After participating in NaNoWriMo, ...