Tapping on keys, missing the way writing allowed thoughts to coalesce, missing how writing informed… Read the postThe Hours of Innocence and Ignorance
Apologizing to the bees as I snipped off long stems of anise hyssop, the fuzzy… Read the postFragrant Pain
Edging the volume higher until the metal is louder than my head noise, I close… Read the post“We Don’t Know the Words to the Song of the Ocean.”
Opening my eyes, dreaming of a baby crying, I wake on your 35th birthday. Our… Read the postI Didn’t Know
Time is a fierce current that rips you from one moment to the next as… Read the postI Live Now, But I Live Then.
“What I want is to leap out of this personality And then sit apart from… Read the post“I Have Lived Too Long Where I Can Be Reached.”
Our eighth Christmas as bereaved parents. This is what I have learned. The week before… Read the postThe Eighth Day of Christmas: Lessons Learned
I did not sleep the night after our meeting to finalize the plans for our… Read the postThe Camino Not Taken
The last time we had coffee together was November of last year. Six months ago.… Read the postWay Overdue For Coffee
