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
Boundaries. With chalk in hand, I am declaring mine. I received a note out of… Read the postWhen Someone Tells You What Your Dead Child Told Them To Tell You
I have not written a coffee post since mid-summer. The approaching sixth anniversary of Justin’s… Read the postNovember Coffee, So Much Coffee
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.”
“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
This story has been in the writing for a year. I tried getting it out… Read the post“You’re Strangling Me”
June escaped me, the end of July is hours away, lets have a mid-summer cup… Read the postMid-Summer Coffee
My eye was drawn to her eye, I recognized the deep sorrow and her reluctance… Read the postPainting the Shame
