A day he won’t have

I had bumped into a friend at the cash machine. We greeted each other, as we always do, with a … More

What you read in 2020

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

This was a good week

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

In memory of Harold Budd

Harold Budd, May 24, 1936 – December 8, 2020 I am reposting this piece today in memory of Harold Budd, … More

The Sky Over My Mother’s House

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

A holiness to exhaustion

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

You’ve got to write it all down

The unexamined life’s no different from                              … More

Go well

  I have walked into the grief. I have walked into brave space, mine and others’. I have sat in … More

Tired, but

I am tired. Though I write from a place of privilege and of safety, I am tired. Tired of feeling … More