In my last post, Sometimes The Pressure of The Holly Isn’t So Jolly, I talked about loss around the holidays. The day before I posted that, when I only had a few edits to do to complete it, but was too sleep deprived to do them and be done with it, another blogger who I really enjoy, posted one of the most moving, beautiful posts I’ve read about loss. Meagan at Hot Pink Underwear is a wonderful writer; I like most of her posts enough to wish they were mine. However, the simplicity and raw beauty of her post When A Person Dies so moved me, that I almost deleted my own post. For a few hours, I couldn’t imagine posting mine just knowing that Meagan’s work was out there too… While we have different stories to tell, I found her clean prose so perfect, it was hard to edit my own. I tend to ramble, and go on—often. In fact, it was Meagan who pulled me off the ledge and urged me to sleep, then edit. Thanks Meagan, I’m glad I listened as the comparisons were helping no one, least of all me.
When A Person Dies is precise, haunting, exquisite. I had every intention of putting a link to that post, at the bottom of my own, but I was too tired, and forgot. So, I’m adding a quick bonus post today to send you over to Hot Pink Underwear to read someone else’s work. Do it now. Simply click any of the colored links in this post. It is a short piece; you’ll be glad you went.
Note: I met Meagan at a writing conference and liked her right away. We’ve stayed in touch through blogging and email, but mostly I just admire almost everything she does with writing. Trust me, you will know her name one day. You can quote me. However, despite the title, don’t expect to find any racy pictures of a chick in hot pink underwear. Meagan is a great writer. She’s witty, sharp, a feminist, eloquent, stirring, and funny at times… but I’ve never seen her under pants. You can quote me on that too.