Let go.Read More Time
And so I am gifted with the core of who Beardo is – not was – everyday. I have the privilege of knowing the person he was striving to be, because he has become.Read More Peaceversary
I don’t have a #metoo story, other than that creepy great uncle who showed me how to play pool. But when my fellow caregivers speak, I am reminded.Read More Caregiver, too
They passed as flesh no longer served. But they continue the conversation you both started when you were born to one another.
Hold yourself. Hold.
There is this whole lifetime
That you shared.Read More Death strips bare
“Why did you love someone who did not love you the way you deserved?” Because he deserved to be loved.Read More Spirits, having flown
Is grief a soulmate? Should we let it show us to ourselves, and allow it to find its way?Read More Soul mirror
I am getting lost in the memories of those who have gone before me. Who have been living stories. Death has me thinking about them, about what has shaped me and what I have let go.Read More I think it was a Gibson
Those same sisters once stood around their mother’s arborite kitchen table making strudel together. I sat underneath, watching their comfortable shoes move behind the dough that hung over the table’s edge. “More raisins, Elsie.” “I think it’s enough, Hedwig.”Read More Line up
I have experienced death – first hand – twice now. I am a child compared to some. A virgin. Innocent. When I think of the world around me and it’s wars and tragedies, what do I know of death? Except that I know. I know my apples amongst the oranges.Read More Death, continued
Now it is time to speak for me, of me. And I have something to say about death.Read More Death