Maybe having my baggage checked isn’t about putting it away, but rather opening it up to take a look-see at who it is that I am sharing . . .Read More carry on
Let’s bring death, to life.Read More Beardo’s Day
Some of us were not mean to ease through this life. Some of us are here for the reset.Read More the burning of my belly
So I am leaving my thesis until the end of this piece, and I am hoping that you are with me as I put forward the argument that MAID is at the forefront of a revolution in healthcare.Read More Revolution MAID
What if . . . we hadn’t yet learned to trust movement. And now here we are.Read More Still
And then like a pool cue, his inner child propelled mine forward with a slow roll and a pocket.Read More armadillo
My knuckles are bone inflamed.
Skin, Ponds soft
Short, red nails
Perhaps an opal
No. Brown-yellow topaz.
“You realize we are sisters again, now that we are free.”
“Yes,” she said.Read More star born
The wound, the wound. You know that bearded man, the one who died? The one who died angry, who wrapped himself around me and I led him out? Well it’s been a year now and I’ve been angry (again). He never said good bye.Read More Narrative on a Wound
Grief and joy are opposites. Except that grieve is the preferable word because it is not static. And if you let it live all of its lives, joy is a word that whispers constantly. And softly.Read More (no) superhero