Imagery of Horses: Grief, New York & Writing the Past
It has been nine months since I wrote a blog. You see, my father died nine months ago. It’s been hard to focus. I’ve been lurching from project to conference paper, from workshop to talks while trying to make sense of this humbling event. I knew Dad was unwell. He knew he was unwell. But in the end it all happened rather quickly and I felt overtaken by people and subsequent happenings that left me high and dry. Gradually I…