Amy Claire Massingale·Dec 30, 2022Somewhere 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…
Amy Claire Massingale·Apr 4, 2022JaggedYesterday 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…
Amy Claire Massingale·Jan 19, 2022LeavingYou are always leaving her, this one who grew you, shaped you, loves your shadow side.
Amy Claire Massingale·Feb 11, 2021Rosemary“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…
Amy Claire Massingale·Feb 9, 2021Activities 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…
Amy Claire Massingale·Feb 16, 2018The Answer Is YesOn a rainy and dreary Friday in November, shortly before Thanksgiving, a classmate of my son’s killed himself. He was 13.
