Becky Robison (she/her) is a writer living in Louisville, Kentucky. A graduate of UNLV's Creative Writing MFA program, her work has appeared in Salon, Slate, Business Insider, and elsewhere. She’s also the mind behind My Parents Are Dead: What Now?—a project that aims to help people navigate the dizzying labyrinth of post-death bureaucracy based on her own experience. Her book My Parents Are Dead: What Now? A Practical Guide to Your Life After Their Death is forthcoming from Quirk Books in 2025.
Grieve Leave recently published my essay about how the Swedish Satanic metal band Ghost helped me grieve my father’s death. Plus, I was nominated for Best of the Net!
I finished my Fall 2024 playlist at the beginning of October—I just haven’t had a chance to blog about it. Better do it now before autumn escapes entirely and we rush headlong into winter.
Recently The Conversation Project asked me to write a blog post about grief for them. And today that blog post is out in the world: “Laughing in the Face of Death: Joy as Coping Mechanism.”
And now, the post you’ve been waiting for: part two of the twenty books I’ve read since the last time I remembered to blog.
I have finished twenty books since I last blogged about my reading. Whoops. I shall now attempt to catch up in two, ten-book posts. I’ll keep the reviews short, for everyone’s sake.
Big news: I’ve been awarded an artist’s residency from the Kentucky Foundation for Women!
My Summer 2024 Playlist shreds. And in the rare moments it doesn’t shred, it boogies.
I have been slacking on my reading blogs. I’ll have to cover February (many books) and March (few books) in one go.
Initially I was thinking the theme of my Spring 2024 playlist was “desperation,” but that’s not quite right. It’s more like…the feeling of being full to bursting, one raindrop too many in a dark, rumbling cloud ready to storm.
I went on a little rant about one of my biggest corporate writing pet peeves, and today Slate was good enough to publish it: “We’re Going to Be Using ‘We’ a Little Less.”