Waiting for Better
It feels as if the world is experiencing emotionally what I have physically. Sometimes pain doesn’t end but changes.… Read More Waiting for Better
Unbeaconed Future
May 17, 2025 As a child, the news felt like yet another lecture. A continuation of the school day coming through the television to bore and ruin my fun. Much like bad music, you’re just waiting for it to end. Over the years, I’ve noticed what many of us have, a tonal change in that… Read More Unbeaconed Future
Moving On
The trick to moving on is simply the momentum of continuing. Not with a banner, not in perfection, not through a miraculous act of self-improvement. Just forward motion and the refusal to give up.… Read More Moving On
Solace
I plead with everyone to vote with their conscience, and our inherent goodness, for the health of the many and the safety of us all.… Read More Solace
The thick of it.
We don’t live despite the grief because the grief is part of life.… Read More The thick of it.
Is she really gone?
As painful as things can be, there is always humor to be found and my mother was a master of seeing that. I can almost hear her laughter at times and look for her throughout my days.… Read More Is she really gone?
Father To Me
In honor of Father’s Day, thanks to all of the caregivers and caretakers who do their best to show love and support to the children in their lives and actively end the cycles of abuse.… Read More Father To Me
We can’t go back.
We can’t go back. For some of us, myself included, we don’t want to. We are caught between the opposing needs of those we love but we look forward for them.… Read More We can’t go back.
A Different Sort of Listening
I love when they share these views of the world with me. Moments that they verbalize something in a way that I’ve never heard before. As my son put it, “We have a different sort of listening.”… Read More A Different Sort of Listening
Mourning
This is the mysterious truth of the love I have for my mother. I don’t need to paint her as a hero for her to deserve my love anymore than I need to enjoy turkey on Thanksgiving to make others feel better about their crappy holiday.… Read More Mourning
Book sale!
I’m excited to announce my book, Chimera Lines, will be promoted on @Smashwords as part of their End of Year Sale starting on December 15th! Be sure to follow me for more updates and links to the promotion for my books and many more at: #SmashwordsEoYSale Find my book and many more at https://smashwords.com/shelves/promos through the end of 2023!
Pretty pictures.
Photos are for those we leave behind because someday all they’ll have of us are those memories.… Read More Pretty pictures.
You can have my sorries.
Honoring the fallen or those we’ve lost doesn’t mean that they are less deserving of our love or tribute because they’re flawed.… Read More You can have my sorries.
Safe Harbor
She was a complicated woman that loved me and supported my choices even when she disagreed with me.… Read More Safe Harbor
Tell Me A Story
This one’s for you mom.… Read More Tell Me A Story
Returning to Life
The world betrays the dead by continuing on without them.
Someday
We’re collectively reeling from losses and holding our breath for the measure of the sum which is yet to come to pass.
We’re waiting for someday.… Read More Someday
Just out of reach.
In the end, does any of it really matter other than honoring the love you had.… Read More Just out of reach.
Never Not Be Afraid
My kids and I were watching “The Croods” movie for the millionth time together recently and the line “Never not be afraid” struck me as sadly appropriate for our era. We made jokes about how being in lockdown wasn’t too far off from pretending to be the Croods. How leaving our “cave” equals risking harm.… Read More Never Not Be Afraid
The other side of birth.
It felt wrong to marvel at the feel of my mom’s hair in my hand as she lay dying. One of my sisters had buzzed her hair down to a quarter of an inch the month before at my mother’s request. I was expecting that it would have grown but it hadn’t. It was white,… Read More The other side of birth.
Unpaid and unseen.
I am sick of pandemic living. I’m sick of wearing a mask. I have dreams about hugging people. I had a dream of eating a resplendent meal, indoors, in a restaurant and woke crying. Then I reminded myself that at least I had food on our shelves, a roof over our heads, and we are… Read More Unpaid and unseen.
As simple as salt.
Sometimes the simplest of answers are what we need for the most humbling of catastrophes.… Read More As simple as salt.
When the smoke clears.
The forest fires have been upon us for two weeks now in Oregon. If the pandemic wasn’t inducing terror in us then we at least can count on the daily reminder of the smoke outside our doors to do so. Yet anxiety has been a reliable constant in my life and seems ever-present like an… Read More When the smoke clears.
Can we meme our way out of this?
Platitudes are like dick pics.… Read More Can we meme our way out of this?
Home On The Range: Pandemic Parenting
Introspection can be a friend or a foe in this era of self-quarantine. The first few weeks I hoped it would be my salvation and that it would drive me to find ways to improve myself and our lives, maybe even our house! That was just my shocked pandemic brain channeling self-improvement books and disaster… Read More Home On The Range: Pandemic Parenting
Welcome to Poverty: COVID era skills
We’re all on our own learning curve as we try to beat the curve.… Read More Welcome to Poverty: COVID era skills
Will the pandemic make us kinder people?
Self-quarantining isn’t a huge stretch from being a parent of kids with special needs, especially homeschooling one of them. We’re used to the otherness of our lives.… Read More Will the pandemic make us kinder people?
Politely Defiant 
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