Aspen Drake
Bio
Work from home for a tech company, but joined in search of opportunities to stretch my creative muscles.
Love comedy and am probably eating ice cream as you are reading this.
Will be drawing from my experiences with grief and humor.
Stories (3/0)
Why I Joined a Grief Counseling Group, and Why You Should Too
About a year after my mother's passing, I started reading a book by Cheryl Strayed, an author whose mother also died when she was younger. Her two-page account of that event made me cry six times that night. I cried more times in one evening than I had over the entire first year of my mother being gone.
By Aspen Drake7 years ago in Families
Five Reasons Why Thrift Shopping is the Shit
And now, an ode to savings and treasure-hunting. 1. The Savings Tho When I go shopping at the mall, I religiously check price tags, nervously carry around my sparse selections, and emerge from the dressing rooms with maybe one item I have deemed to be worthy of the price that it has been assigned. Whether or not I can afford these clothes is not necessarily the issue, it's more of a question of if I can justify buying it. If you are like me in this aspect, then a thrift store is a dangerously wonderful reprieve. Oh, you got that shirt from H&M for 12 bucks? That’s cool. I got these 5 shirts for 12 bucks, and one of them has a fuckin’ aardvark on it.
By Aspen Drake7 years ago in Longevity
In Which I Address the Passing of My Mother
When I was little and the world was quiet, I would lie in bed and think about the earth and how big it was. Then my mind would shift to the solar system, and how we are constantly floating around amongst other planets and countless stars. Then I would think about how there was even more beyond that, perhaps beyond anything a single person could imagine. I would begin to feel dizzy, and would have to roll over and consider something on a smaller scale. That’s how I would describe losing my mother. It’s something that I know happened, but it’s not something I take time to regularly consider. And when I do, it’s weird as f@#k. And despite how big the world is, with all its winding roads and hidden places I haven’t visited, and how many launches we are making into space, my mom isn’t there. I wont find her anywhere. Not around the corner of a noisy street market like in some art film, and not on another planet that we’ll eventually colonize like some sci-fi twist. She’s gone.
By Aspen Drake7 years ago in Families
