My mom has been gone from this world for almost two months now. I have this nagging sense that I have to write down all her stories – everything she ever told me, everything she taught me. Because I can’t bear for whatever legacy she has to be lost. To write it all will be cathartic, heartbreaking, and nostalgic. It will be painful. I don’t … Continue reading I Don’t Know Where to Start
This is a love letter to my sister. She is 9 years older than me. Here is what I know: She loves horror fiction. She loves Dan Fogelberg and Kansas and Pink Floyd. Her laugh is the best, and she laughs a lot. Time and all kinds of miles in between us and there is not a day that goes by that I am not … Continue reading Don’t Wait
I’ve been thinking about my father a lot lately. Which I know is kind of a normal thing to do for most people – to think about their parents, whether they are living or deceased. While it may be normal for most, I’ve never made a lot of space in my heart/brain for thoughts about my dad, minus the times when I absolutely had to … Continue reading Closer Than You Think
Pocketful of Venom 