remembering
I remember sprinklers, man-made rainbows, poking holes in glass jars for fireflies. I remember always being an early riser, my father’s...
adequately inadequate
I want to write about life. To write about life is to know life. And I ‘m trying everything in my power now to know what this life is all...
Grief
Loss is soft. It's gushy. You sink your teeth into it and everything comes pouring out all messy. June is a month of loss for me. It is...
vulnerability
ts been awhile since I’ve written. Publicly written. I’ve done a lot of journaling and scribbling in napkins and torn off corners of...
