
08/05/2025
New on substack, a personal poem: Grief and her cousin Joy
This one’s for the people who laugh in hospital hallways, find punchlines at funerals and pass the time in psych wards with levity and grace.
I grew up interloping in the kinds of places no one brags about: nursing homes, ICUs, shelters, jail. And somehow—always—there was laughter.
This is a love letter to that kind of laughter. The inappropriate, irreverent kind that keeps you tethered to life when everything feels like it’s slipping.
We talk a lot about grief. We don’t talk enough about the joy, humanity and beauty that sneaks in beside it.
Read the full piece on substack: malg182.substack.com