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.

Teaching in the pandemic is tough. But after a whole year, there are important takeaways.

I run high-school art classes online and in person

I used to feel ashamed crying in public. Now I embrace it every time.

In 2020, I started keeping my ‘crying diaries’

I used to laugh off anti-Asian jokes. Now, I will stick up for myself every time.

It’s been too easy to downplay racism in the past