lilliputian logs

When I can’t quite build a thought out into something solid enough for this blog, I will often post it to Instagram with the tag #LilliputianLog. The last weeks have seen a few of those posts so I thought I’d share them and the content here for those who aren’t on the other platform. _______________________________________ […]

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f.w.b.

I didn’t tell anyone about the first date I had after Dave died, until after. I was afraid it would be an embarrassing disaster, so I made up an excuse and strolled out the door. It turns out I didn’t do anything horrible at the date. I didn’t spill a glass of wine everywhere. (I’m […]

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journal: tables & cages

Goodness knows I don’t know what to say. My phone rings, and I answer it, and the first few minutes will be the conversation no one can stop having, or the avoidance of said conversation. It was like this in jail. It is like this every time someone dies. It is like this now because […]

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how

How to explainI did not walk out of prisontucked in thankfulness,blessing the cageless sky.How to explainthe moon has never been the samesince you took her from me.How my losses didn’tjustfill up with gratitudelike a wave chasing a wave.I went searching for it.Picked shells from the sand where I found them.Named them all Peace.If the name […]

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journal: how i am

A little after week in California’s Safer At Home restrictions, a girlfriend and myself text each other at nearly the exact same time. She tells me that, in her family’s language, they say “the heart is on the heart” but that it doesn’t quite exactly translate to English. I tell her that my family says […]

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dream sequence

In my dream, I am at the crosswalks that cut through my home. (A place I stood before I knew I would live there one day, but I can tell– in this dream, that is a memory. Living here at all is a memory.) The sun is beach-city bright, playful with its ocean accent. Roll […]

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journal: a tantrum

When I say that things are up and down, this post represents the down. If you’re not up to it, biggest hugs, skip it with my love. xo.

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