Lily was never just a pet. She was my duet partner. 🎶 A year later, the music has stopped, but the rhythm remains. My latest essay on love, loss, and a cat named Lily.

Apparently the afterlife comes with floral rivalries, penthouse suites, and décor competitions I did not sign up for. 💐⚰️ New essay about cemeteries, legacy, and learning to unclench—just a little.