I shuffle around this new space, feeling it both too small and too large at times. Too small because I’d…
Moon Jelly Tide
A few days ago, we walked the beach on a cool, cloudy day. Moon jellies lay splattered about every fifty…
Loose Ends: Dangling
I let the day go by without comment. January 13th—the first anniversary of the day our Big Dog left…
Busyhead: Anxiety as a symptom of grief
My head is full of bees. Thoughts hum constantly and without direction. Grief has been the strangest animal for me.…
Lost Art
These things cloud my head (with my permission) like a perpetual flu. If I were an addict, I could blame drugs or booze, but my addictions are the 3 x 5 screen in my hand and the constant reexamination of pain and rage. Better to binge on pixels and past hurts than to leave the chasm in my brain agape because I simply can’t properly fill it.
Islands:
When my husband and I bought our first home, it was with the conviction that it was our last home.…
My 99-Cent Novel. How I Feel About Seeing my Book on the Discount Rack.
Bless you for your wisdom, Chacón.
Cyclones and Cycles: Letting Go of Stuff
Hurricane Harvey has come and gone leaving the Flood from Hell in his wake. I feel not one bit qualified…
Harvey (Not the Big Invisible Rabbit)
Hurricane Harvey is on his way. Oh, he was supposed to be just a little tropical storm. A “rain event.”…
Health, Hope, and Mud-Dung Candy: Living in the Present
I came away from Facebook for a few weeks. I logged back in a few times not because I wanted…