Aftergrowth writing

The writing lives on Substack. It goes out by email, it is free, and it stays free. There is no paywall on any of it and there never will be. You can support it if you want to, but that is a choice you make rather than a gate you get stuck behind.

I write about what grief does to people, from the first afternoon to the Tuesday fifteen years later when something funny happens at work and your hand is already reaching for your phone before you remember. Some of it is about the big set pieces, the hospital corridor and the eulogy and the first holiday. More of it is about the ambushes nobody warns you about, and about what happens when you carry all of that into work on a Monday morning.

It is written for two people. One is the person it has happened to. The other is stood next to them, wanting to help and frightened of saying the wrong thing, and that second person matters more than people assume, because they are usually the one who passes something on.

I do not promise a schedule and I am not going to start. I write often, and I would rather send you something worth reading than something on time.