Muse of Melancholy

I binge-watched Firefly Lane this weekend. For the unacquainted, it’s a Netflix series that revolves around the theme of a strong female friendship spanning over 30 years. Kate Mularkey and Tully Hart are polar opposites. While Kate is the quiet, shy, Lord of the Rings fan who eventually goes on to focus on raising a family, Tully is the poster-girl for all things loud and brash, and goes on to have a thriving career. Despite their differences, they form a deep bond, around which the show is largely based, peppered with fairly realistic doses of romance, heartbreak and grief.  While it was heartwarming, I think there were 2 reasons for me that it really stood out.  1. There were multiple scenes where the acting was so natural, I felt like I had been invited to pull up a chair and be a part of the conversation.  2. I had the honor of watching it with a close friend, whose hand was within reachable distance whenever parts got a little overwhelming.  There’s just someth...

The streets don't feel the same anymore. I can barely string together a coherent thought, let alone write anything meaningful. When I think of a different place than home, my mind immediately wanders to your doorstep. The thought that that one place I knew I could drop in for no reason, no longer exists..it punctures a deep hole. We finish saying prayers and I open my eyes, half expecting you to be there, and start singing a song from the hymn book. But all that I hear is silence. We sit and eat dinner in silence. Try to fill the gaps with talks about the weather. There's a weak attempt at a joke. What do you do when someone who played such an integral part dislodges herself from the puzzle? I can tell you that it will never be the same. I can tell you that while the puzzle will still make sense, your attention will go back to that gaping hole as you grapple with memory itself and try to remember how things felt when that missing piece was in the equation. They tell me you live...