Discussion of news topics with a point of view, including narratives by individuals regarding their own experiences

My partner and I are currently navigating a painful, ever evolving grief cycle. It began as anticipatory grief: the knowledge that our foster daughter wouldn’t be staying with us. Even when she was still in our home, I was mourning her loss, and it felt so complicated. Now that she’s gone, back with her family, it’s even tougher. We’re in a stage our therapist described as ambiguous grief. There’s no end to the sadness; there’s no funeral to attend. There is the loss of my identity as a mother and parent, as well as the actual, physical loss of Daisy. Everything in our home still reminds me of her, and I can’t bear to change a thing in her room. It’s getting better, but it’s a daily struggle.

2020 zapped my creativity. I’m slowly finding my way back to art.

When I wasn’t producing, I questioned my identity as an artist

My home is full of hand-me-downs. When I feel lonely, these items raise me up.

The objects remind me of the sense of connection and joy I take from art

A 2020 review, in comic form

Our 12 favorite comics from the year