In short order it will be the anniversary of “leaving.” I left my former home (and by extension, my second…
It’s Not Too Much to Ask: Revisiting and Requesting Respect
(Dec 18, 2018). I reach into myself—my past, my present, my imagined future—and find emptiness. From the time I was…
The Weight of Fog: Processing and revisiting the last two years.
I’ve always loved Texas winters. Our glimmering summers can be brutal and suffocating in their airlessness. Winter, at least when…
The Thing: Compartments, Poetry, and Brain Soup
My ex always said he could compartmentalize his thoughts. This allowed him to set aside external stresses and go about…
Happy Holidays: The purge, the recovery, and starting over.
Now and then, especially given the small space of my new home, I clean and purge. This holiday, with just…
It’s not a dog whistle. Silence=complicity
I believe that artists of all kinds not only have the right, but the obligation, to express their opinions on…
Reboot: Divorce After Fifty
“So it goes.” Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. used that phrase to mark every death, to signify the inevitability and perhaps our…
Saving the Wounded: Balancing Independence and Support
I know. I know that this will get better—this masked, COVID-19 isolation after seventeen years in a desolate bubble. I…
Autonomy and Isolation: Separating during COVID-19
I’m at the bottom of a well so deep that I can’t see the opening at the top. No light…
Welcome Home: A New Space
I shuffle around this new space, feeling it both too small and too large at times. Too small because I’d…