There was a tiny flickering light on the screen, It was the beginning of your heart, pushing the beginning of blood through the beginning of your existence. Then there you were, head and arms and legs, and you swam around in me while the doctor checked you for genetic abnormalities. You were fine. Then you … More

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

Love

If anything would ever make me religious, it would be having a child. Except instead of God, I worship my daughter. I worship the love I feel for her, the absolute joy I am overwhelmed with every time I look at her, every time I hold her, every time I hear her. I have never … More Love

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

Wisp

We’ve held little pow-wows here in our garage with our memories packed tight, worn into the kitchen table and the counter tops. The tea rings that have stained into the coffee table bear singing memories of our lives here, the last goodbye to a faded life, but here we wish you – fare thee well. … More Wisp

Sacred Ground

I can feel the earth moving underneath me, the wind from its rotation sliding its gentle fingers through my hair, the icy metal smell of winter on its gentle hands. Spinning above me swells the white woodsmoke of the mountains, the world around me spinning and my feet still grounded, the trees swaying our eyes … More Sacred Ground

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