Photos are for those we leave behind because someday all they’ll have of us are those memories.… Read More Pretty pictures.
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.
She was a complicated woman that loved me and supported my choices even when she disagreed with me.… Read More Safe Harbor
This one’s for you mom.… Read More Tell Me A Story
The world betrays the dead by continuing on without them.
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
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.
Out of all the mysteries in life there are four that never cease to fascinate me: the human brain, what happens after death, the purpose of life, and all the people that I wonder, “What the &$#@ were they thinking?”… Read More What the &$#@ were they thinking?