Somewhere in the 70sI am four and a half years old. Mommy has gone into the hospital to have a baby. Soon she will bring home a new brother or sister for me…Dec 30, 2022Dec 30, 2022
JaggedYesterday was jagged. A lurching, jagged day. Yesterday was Jaws, my grief had teeth. What bit me was what I wasn’t expecting. It was that…Apr 4, 2022Apr 4, 2022
LeavingYou are always leaving her, this one who grew you, shaped you, loves your shadow side.Jan 19, 2022Jan 19, 2022
Rosemary“Who is that woman?” my father asks me, pointing to a framed photo on the wall. “She’s so beautiful it makes me cry.” The woman in the…Feb 11, 2021Feb 11, 2021
Activities of Daily LovingHell is cold as it turns out, because the second time we moved my parents the day was freezing and the movers were the only ones who…Feb 9, 2021Feb 9, 2021
The Answer Is YesOn a rainy and dreary Friday in November, shortly before Thanksgiving, a classmate of my son’s killed himself. He was 13.Feb 16, 2018Feb 16, 2018
