Tapping on keys, missing the way writing allowed thoughts to coalesce, missing how writing informed… Read the postThe Hours of Innocence and Ignorance
Tapping on the keyboard, I remember why I have avoided sitting down to write, new… Read the post“That Experience of Justin”
Apologizing to the bees as I snipped off long stems of anise hyssop, the fuzzy… Read the postFragrant Pain
Opening my eyes, dreaming of a baby crying, I wake on your 35th birthday. Our… Read the postI Didn’t Know
Wafting scents of thyme and rosemary fill the house, oranges rest in a cut class… Read the postThe Silence Between
Weaving my arm through the shoulder strap of my camera bag, I hugged it close,… Read the postWaiting for Wild Horses
I did not sleep the night after our meeting to finalize the plans for our… Read the postThe Camino Not Taken
I don’t sing at church. I have not uttered a note since Justin died. It… Read the postThe Divine Photo Shoot
Heat from your headstone soaked into my arms as I hugged it, as I had… Read the postThe Warmth of A Headstone
