Musings Out Loud
Musings Out Loud
Anna Burgess Yang
The Colors Are Coming
No doubt Fall is here.
I Don't Expect to Arrive
I think of everything that could go wrong.
I'm so proud of the person my son is growing up to be.
It's That Time of Year
It is Nelle's birthday. And I have to give myself some grace.
Back to School
The first days of a new school year are always hard.
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The Best News
I had to make a choice to be vulnerable.
My guilt became overwhelming. My daughter deserved a party and I blew it.
The Language of Losing Friends
Preserving friendships: Knowing when to work hard and when to let go — that’s the difficult part.
I Still Cry Sometimes
Crying in my car was a reminder that no matter how much time passes, I always carry grief.
Here I am. Trying to fix things. Trying to move, keep busy, and not let myself think too much.
The Irrational and Rational
It's hard to tell my brain to turn off those irrational fears because they seem rational.
Since I recognized the slump I’m in, I’m doing the best I can to pull myself forward.
We’re not supposed to live in a constant state of turmoil, fear, and devastation.
The Work of Summer
Summer always seems to bring an inevitable slowdown, both in work and life.
The End of the School Year
Another school year has drawn to a close.
I had to just pretend that I wasn’t completely broken inside.
What Is Missing
All I’m missing now is time. I still have to “fit” writing into my overall schedule.
Mother's Day Is Complicated
I don’t need a special day of acknowledgment. Nor do I want it, as a bereaved mother
A Dream I Had
I’ve had dreams in the past where I immediately start sobbing upon hearing the news that my baby had died. Not this time.
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In the Clouds
Instead of letting my daughter create a fantasy world, I decided to give her some facts.
With my daughter, it’s so much more than simply "the youngest child" or "the baby of the family."
Some Time Away
I like routine, a lot. But I have also appreciated this break.
Burnout Has Changed Me
The more I read about burnout, the more I realize that the path to recovery is not a short one.
The Third Pandemic Birthday
This year, my son's birthday felt normal again.
How Far We've Come
I no longer feel like I'm staring down a dark tunnel with no visible light.