In short order it will be the anniversary of “leaving.” I left my former home (and by extension, my second…
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…
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…
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…
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.…
Afscheidswals
Excerpt from a work-in-progress on this National Mutt day for my most beautiful mutt. April 2019 I hear, tonight, no…
Art & Grief: Finding the Perfection in the Imperfect
I stitched and the dog snored and life was sweet and warm. I finished the biscornu and in all those stitches and waves and snoring came words for the page…