I had a dozen copies of Flowers and Stars that are ever-so-slightly imperfect. I did a raffle. Winners […]
grief
When Rudy was home, there was music. Foot-stomping, hand-clapping, lounge-crooning, folk-lilting, country-dancing, all-type music. I don’t remember much […]
“Grief is the final act of love”
– Lauren London
Freeze your love for safe-keeping.
Call it grief.
I’m going for 30 posts anyway. I like to push myself.
At the doctor’s last week, he said I needed to stop pushing myself. That I need to do literally one thing at a time.
A fiction based entirely on lots and lots of non-fiction experiences, moments, and conversations. It is the story […]
I swallowed so many tears, my bones eroded and turned me into riverbed. Woman-made river, catching the sadness […]
May 23, 2015 The water bottle is crinkling. Around it, conversation is soft, muted, somber– but there’s no […]
There was a pair of shoes at Nordstrom’s last week that Dave would have loved, but I didn’t […]
A panic attack in the middle of Long Beach.
If we were having coffee, I’d click bait you. Click bait has been making me laugh lately, the […]
My cats didn’t eat my husband’s dead body. I asked. The very nice lady said she would have […]
I sparked my first match when I was six years old, in the harvest season, for the Festival […]
In the copshop, in RC– Fire Camp Training at the California Institute for Women. Mr. Darr leaned in […]
A long time ago, for a different world hurt, I wrote this post. When I read about a […]
