ArchiveFebruary 2022

Dear Grieving Friend

Dear Grieving Friend, I know you’re up with me tonight, staring at the ceiling, wondering if it will ever end. I know you’re reminding yourself to keep on breathing; Hand on your abdomen to make sure it is so. I know your mind is replaying all you...

GrEeN fAmiLy HoMEskulE

When the fall of 2020 came, rather than risk all those dreaded zooms again, I pulled my youngest out of her school and have since been homeschooling her instead. In the beginning I thought it would be more temporary, because, let’s face it, I know...

From Mama’s Hand

My mom’s handwriting, even after all this time, is still as recognizable to me as my own. Mama’s handwriting, I always felt, was indicative of who she was, well, when she was in a good way – pretty and neat and comforting. I have little notes...

The Black Oak

It was her 15th birthday. We drove out to Sonoma to spend the day, passing through vineyards, and the shadows of trees; Their light flickering, as if the whole earth shared a pulse. She had only asked to bring her boyfriend and his mom along. She...

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