I have not been actively suicidal in some time but I have been thinking about the topic a lot. A…
Another Fog Season, Another Town: Denial of Responsibility in Abusive Relationships
Fog softened the land in North Texas this morning. Mornings like this are common down at the Texas coast this…
Reviewing Rage: Recognizing Courage
I have made multiple versions of this blog entry. They have ranged from near-confessional to raging to optimistic. I’m not…
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…
Navigating Texas Storms
Oh, these storms—literal and metaphorical. The shift in temperature and the salt air has come on the heels of increasing…
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…
Digging for Silver: Gratitude in Loss and Recovery
The ring above was bought for me by my mother in 1982 as I started college in Durango, CO. I…
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…
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…
Abandoning Attachment—Again: Ghost Trees and the Unattainable.
I have tried repeatedly to capture the unique texture, dimension, and outright ghostliness of the cypresses here in Louisiana. I’m…