Sometimes, it just isn’t the right time. During my thesis defense, committee members said, “Get it out there. Move on.”…
Lifting the Anchor: Unmooring from the Past
When I left the Upper Texas coast this time last year, I left behind a storage room full of my…
Home in Blanche—From Under the Avalanche
Southeast Texas has greeted me with heavy rains and heavier traffic. I’m having an asthma attack from weeds and mold…
Lake Whitney, TX: Receiving Memory as Healing
The lake rolls, and a distant boat’s attenuated wake sucks gently at the limestone shore. The last tufts of cottonwood…
Craving: Reassembling in Fog
Bear with me. It has been a rough couple of weeks but there is light at the end of this…
Setting Boundaries. Fighting demons.
Sunday night. Philpott Lake. I am alone in the RV loop. Everyone else has gone home or moved on to…
Sloshing: Trauma, Memory, & Blurting
In the grand scheme of things, nothing I do or don’t do is of any value. I am not a…
Chaos & Growth: An Auspicious Anniversary
In short order it will be the anniversary of “leaving.” I left my former home (and by extension, my second…
Moon Jelly Tide
A few days ago, we walked the beach on a cool, cloudy day. Moon jellies lay splattered about every fifty…
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.…