Strange Grief: On The Leftovers and Departure
“The undefined, complicated, unresolved trauma makes us messy—how do we tell our story without an ending?”
The Leftovers’
mightsMaybe they’re not dead. Maybe I can make her remember.
what if things could be differentThe Leftovers
Want to work with the best Marketing Coordinator this side of the continental divide?I don’t think I can stay here much longer
Game of Thrones
shut the fuck up; I need a permanent vacation
Where were you? Did you lose someone?
This is not normal I have ruined everything
I have a home and it’s not this
Come out
What do you do
The Leftovers
Tabitha Blankenbiller is the author of the debut essay collection Eats of Eden: A Foodoir, released from Alternating Current Press in March 2018. Her work has appeared in Tin House, Catapult, Electric Lit, The Rumpus, Narratively, Hobart, Barrelhouse, Bustle, Vol. 1 Brooklyn, and a number of other journals. She graduated from the Pacific University MFA program and lives outside of Portland, Oregon.
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