Grief is alive. It’s a living creature that hides, and unexpected triggers reveal it. As I write this, I am sitting below a large painting of two horses. It’s one of...
July 4th, 2020 I was standing at the kitchen sink when my 2 year old daughter approached me. Her outstretched hand was facing palm up. I think it was her right...
October, 2015 When my eyes opened I had a strong sense that the day wouldn’t go as planned. My aunt and I had plans to visit Nokomis Beach, and maybe do...
August 13, 2003 21 years old, I had an abortion. I was 12 weeks pregnant, despite the ultrasound, her heart beating with life, I killed my own child. I woke up...
When I was a little girl, my Dad would give me a thimble sized cup of coffee, or he would scoop up some of his own coffee in a creamer container....