My dad, my favorite amateur (as in, non-professional) grammarian, died last week at the age of eighty-six. Dad could, in…
Emergency Salads, Tornadoes, and Permanent Cow Fixtures
I realized I cannot stand up and be who and what I need to be without first kneeling and being humble to what I have been given.
Balloons and Blankets: Honoring My Mother
My daughter had a lovely idea given that we were unable to have any kind of funeral or memorial for…
For Momma – Letter
It was when my daughter was in her most rebellious stage that I called you beyond tears, beyond rage, exhausted…
Ghosts, Dead Heroes, and Subatomic Particles: A Short Essay on Inspiration.
I’ve been grieving since Monday, August 11. In this time, I’ve written and rewritten a short-short ghost story, but the…