For My Ego

My dear friend Molly, whom I met whilst visiting friends at the University of Notre Dame and became close to in the years after when we both lived in Chicago, sent me a text message following a reading of my incredibly uplifting "For My Book About Grief" post last week and I'm gonna stash it below because it was rad of her to send and because, well, I'm typically a large to extra large doofball and it kind of made me feel cool as fuck.

I would like to note that Molly is the human person who coined the phrase "Rosemary-colored glasses" which my mom became so fond of hearing in the last years of her life. The origin of that story can be found here.