Loss was remembered and I would soon rather it be long forgotten, so I wouldn’t have to be reminded of the what that was and what cannot be.
I’ve surrendered . . . [more]
A bouquet of blooms on a day of good [more]
“Do you think you have seen healing take place in your body?”
A year ago my dad asked this haunting question, and I was immediately resistant.
This was last summer. . . [more]
One Hundred Words of Solitude
I retrace the familiar . . . [more]
“One Hundred Words” will be a periodic series of different blog post shorts—a mix of prose and poetry—consisting of one hundred words. Read on and let me know what you think.
Grace in the Stillness…
Waltz with me
in the rain like cries
Waiting: Wandering and Wondering
I am wandering, I confess, and I don’t yet know how to articulate it to others. As a writer, I only want to present my polished thoughts in written form… [more]
I’ve been afraid to tell you my name. Scared, or perhaps too proud, to voice the story that’s being written for me. To release my name attached to this story into the sphere of the unknown audience—whoever you are.
It was an internal collision in midair on an airplane flight: a life-long dream of going to Europe and a life-long U-turn…[more]