keeping the needlesThere are two reusable shopping bags on top of the shelf above the old Emac computer in the room that used to be a sort of office in our…Feb 23, 2024Feb 23, 2024
the ways of motheringIt took me a while to approach the surface of the underwater world of immediate shock and grief, voices were muffled, yet high-pitched…Jan 5, 2024Jan 5, 2024
Why I don’t believe in “CLOSURE”Don’t worry, I won’t be rude when you kindly say, “If they find his body at least you will finally have “closure.”Aug 17, 2023Aug 17, 2023
Here. and there.This is the first time I have attempted to write anything — for me or anyone else — since my son died. I find that I have created rituals…Apr 8, 2022Apr 8, 2022
Incident at Peach Creek: The White Women Who StoppedWe hiked up out of the Havasu canyon May 27, 2006. Behind us was a cascade of blue green water pouring impossibly from the desert and…Feb 11, 2022Feb 11, 2022
The Waters of BethesdaI remember the exact moment when I learned I was the child of a child. It was Autumn, and instead of the usual vibrant explosions of…Feb 11, 2022Feb 11, 2022
Another Heroin Diary** update, 1/16/21…Nathan died January 6, age 30. He relapsed and then took his own life. If you are reading this and feel disheartened —…Mar 27, 20181Mar 27, 20181
