Another Goodbye

  I seem to be saying goodbye to a whole lot of people recently. I hate that I have to say that, and that these goodbyes are not just “see you laters,” by true goodbyes. They are not knowing if there’s anything after but hoping like hell there is, because at least that means those … More Another Goodbye

To Kim – My Brother’s Wife, But a Sister and a Friend Too

  The above photo was from Thanksgiving of 2013. I think you would appreciate it because you were both happy and healthy. There was nothing wrong then. We were just having thanksgiving dinner together and God, looking back, we had so much to be thankful for and so much we took for granted. C’est la … More To Kim – My Brother’s Wife, But a Sister and a Friend Too

Dreaming Reality

It was the middle of the night when you called me, your voice whispering into the darkness around me from the bright white light of my phone. I didn’t understand why you were whispering, because I live alone, and the phone wasn’t on speaker, and even though it was the middle of the night you … More Dreaming Reality

Mantra

My heart went bump today When you said “I was in an accident” Black hail pummelled my eyes Rage at the other driver Paralyzing my hands Smoke crept out of my lungs As I poured down on the screams I wanted to push out into open air As I drove towards you My knuckles white … More Mantra

Grief and Memory

I am sitting in my hotel room in Virginia, while my dad, my aunt and my uncle detail through all of the stuff that has come up after the death of their parents. In a tiny little assisted living apartment (which consists of a living room, bathroom, fridge and sink and a tiny bedroom), it … More Grief and Memory

A Last Goodbye

Today is a sad day. I’m trying to write this with grief and a whisper of whiskey on my breath. It’s never easy to say a final goodbye. I was waiting to write out a departure letter to one, and now I am writing out a departure letter to two, instead. This morning my grandmother … More A Last Goodbye

Tribute

To the beginning where gentle hands only speak a language we thought was dead, and hearts were pounding nearly out of our chests. Sweetwater words nearly out of our mouths when they’re swallowed up in a kiss, a Vermont accent that a teenager mistakes for a southern one; goofy smile, laughter for hours, words exchanged … More Tribute