Musings Out Loud
Anna Burgess Yang
Writer • Mother • Bereaved • Friend • Documentarian • Collector • Creative (she/her) 🦋🦋
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.
sharing my story
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.
A Quiet Day
Sometimes, when devastating things are happening in the world, I'll shut down.
Today I am numb. I have moments of intense grief, but I am also undeniably in shock.
If hell can exist on earth, then that's where I've been for the past few days.