GRIEF & BASEBALL IN THE SAN FRANCISCO CHRONICLE

I am incredibly proud to have my essay–a meditation on grief, baseball, and healing–published in the historic San Francisco Chronicle. These types of conversations are more important than ever before and as science tells us, crucial to our healing.

What will our memorials be? How and when shall we grieve?

To all the brokenhearted — your grief is yours alone to carry, but you are not walking alone. I think about the people who showed me kindness during the disorienting months following my mom’s death, some complete strangers, like the woman who seemed gruff until she helped me fill out a form while I was crying at a FedEx and told me my mother would be proud of me. I believe these gestures of humanity, generosity and care are the threads helping all of us hold our broken pieces together. Even while the virus continues to spread, even while unconscionable war is waged, may we continue to weave these threads of care for one another.

As though we are all our own phenomenal team, to root for, always.