It’s winter again / I am living

Two great lines for the price of one (it is Christmas, after all) this week, from Marie Howe’s extraordinary poem … More

The sweetness of 2020

I don’t want to pretend for a second that it was great. It was full of rawness and grief and … More

Here are the blog posts that you read most in 2020 As I click through the links I am surprised … More

Third Sunday in Advent Today I pause from giving you updates from grief’s front line and take a leaf from … More

The Sky Over My Mother’s House It is a July night scented with gardenias. The moon and stars shine hiding … More

What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade Mrs. Nelson explained how to stand still and listento … More

Before No shoes and a glossyred helmet, I rodeon the back of my dad’sHarley at seven years old.Before the divorce.Before … More

First There is a holiness to exhaustion is what I keep telling myself, filling out the form so my TA … More

The unexamined life’s no different from … More