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
It rained six years ago on this date. I spent that day running errands and… Read the postYour Flight Home
Sometimes a piece demands to be published, it casts its words down in front of… Read the postThe Lover and the Beloved, a Different Story
“Is he gone?” I asked the vet, holding Micah’s head in my lap and looking… Read the postThe Face of God Had A Long Nose
