When the Body Interrupts the Narrative

When the Body Interrupts the Narrative

I thought the fire anniversary was enough. Some weeks arrive already carrying weight. Memory. Grief. A quiet accounting of everything that was lost and everything that somehow survived. I assumed that was the work of the week — to hold that, to move through it with...
Beate Chelette

Beate Chelette

Some years don’t just pass. They mark you. 2025 was one of those years. It began with joy. On January 3, I got married. We were on a spiritual journey and surrounded by people we cherish. Love was everywhere. When Everything Burned to the Ground Just days later, while...

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