My 2022 in Reading

(and living and writing and more)

For the past couple years, I have mostly felt relief at year’s end. I’ve thought, “Well, at least that’s over.” Since my brother Joel died, time simply isn’t the same. Every day is a day I am living in a world where he is absent and his absence is an ever-expanding void.

Every day, I think, “It has been 550 days since he died. It has been 551 days sinc…