My dad used to read Harry Potter to me before going to bed when I was little. I can’t see him reading to me; I can’t feel the warmth of his body as he laid close to me; I can’t hear him tell of the heroics of Harry, Ron and Hermione or try and recite […]
3.5.20 Dear dad, Sometimes I cannot bear to reconcile my longing to be off the grid with the love I have come to know through people. Sometimes I am filled with dread walking away from the woods, stepping into the world of men, knowing all the weight we carry individually and collectively. The way I […]
“Don’t pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and above all, those who live without love.” Dumbledore
