They hung in the back of my small closet, beautiful in their simplicity. Grasping a… Read the postThe Fabrics of Life and Death
I wiped rose scented frosting from my fingers and dug in my pocket for my… Read the postThe Last Boutonniere
Dear Justin, Thirty-two years ago your dad and I were in the labor and delivery… Read the postThat Flutter Heart Thing
I opened the storage tub containing the olive green hanging folders, continuing my quest to… Read the postA Day in the Life. Discovering the Accident Narrative
Me: “So hey, can we order greeting cards with my photos from our cherry blossom… Read the postConsumed by Fire, Rising with the Wind
The crackling raw energy of words so charged with affirmation they changed a life. My… Read the post“You Have What I Can’t Teach You.”
“Where you been, under a rock?” Six years into child loss and shit still surprises… Read the postWhere you been, under a Rock?
“Where were you?” is my soliloquy concerning angels. “Why so capricious in whom you protect… Read the postAn Angelic Soliloquy
“At least he was probably unconscious when he drowned.” “At least you have another child.”… Read the postLet’s Bury “At Least” with our Dead
