From break-up’s and death, to sex toys and Disney on Ice, our Entropy contributors generously share the heartbreaking stories of the last time they cried.
Last Thursday during Dorothy Allison’s talk in Atlanta.
Last week, at work, moderating comments about the Roseburg, Ore. shooting.
Listening to the recording of OJ Simpson talking to a police officer as he was driving the white Bronco.
When I took my kid to Disney on Ice. It was really cool, y’all.
Last and only time I watched Eyes Wide Shut.
Friday. I had to say goodbye to the dogs (whom I have joint custody with my ex), and Benny barked at me, he was so upset that I was leaving. It broke my heart.
Last night looking at the facebook page of my friend who suddenly died last month and thinking about all the other derelict social media satellites out there/here…and the last post before it just stops.
Last week, realizing that as much as I hold it together and stay busy, I’m still cleaning up the damage from a break up.
Wed 9.30.15, the umpteenth viewing of Fruitvale Station: Watching Oscar Grant III’s (Michael B. Jordan) mother, portrayed by Octavia Spencer, insist, “I should’ve let him drive, but I wanted to keep him safe.”
Just now when I was reading about Walter Bjorkman being near the end of his life.
Yesterday watching the intro for “The Leftovers” (2nd season) – and I think it can be only understood by people who had lost somebody.
Three days ago about unrequited romantic love.
At Marlon James’ reading at CCA on Friday. During the intro he gave– he wasn’t even reading yet.
A month ago, swiftly and uncontrollably, when reading an essay about a physically disabled man trying to use a sex toy.
This week’s the anniversary of my mom’s death so I could sort of live-blog that for you but about six hours ago, I guess. And 3.5 hours before that. Etc.
I cry all the time and I’m crying a little right now at the sound of this torrential downpour on our parched city.