Pam Dewey Writer

Tag: sadness

  • How I Handle the Mean Reds

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    I don’t believe everything happens for a reason. I find that saying to be, well, a bullshit platitude. I do understand the appeal of bullshit platitudes. When bad things are happening in your life, this phrase or phrases like it give you something to latch onto. It gives you hope there is a bigger cosmic…

  • Suffering Doesn’t Equal Great Art

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    I fell in love with writing in the third grade. My teacher assigned us to finish a story- I think it was about camping- and I wrote page after page. I was hooked. When was in grade school, I liked to write longer stories. Around the time I was in junior high, my angst kicked…

  • Saying Those Unsayable Things

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    We lost my brother to suicide ten years ago Tuesday. Ten years for that to be true. Ten years to write those words down. It was July. I lived in Brooklyn. James, Victor, and I were hanging out, having a few beers. James’ phone rang. It was my mother. She asked for me. There were…