Jenni Johnson
Contemplative elegist. Precipitating blonde. Canary in coal mine.
Articles by
Jenni Johnson
The Point Of Pain
I have noticed that grief is a lot like that twist on your left side when you’re running sprints. You notice the sting. Your legs halt for a moment. Is the cramp there because you were running or because you stopped?
When You Say ‘I Love You’ But Don’t Hear It Back
Have we come to a point where love is, for the most part, no longer a verb or a noun? Rather, does it live in our lives as more of a tight sphere of self-interest?