"How are you?" This is a dangerous question, today. On the way to work, my knuckles, already OCD-torn, cracked and bleeding, are white with strain. I pinch my nose. I do all the things I know to keep my mascara on my eyelashes, not all over my face. It isn't easy, because today marks exactly … Continue reading how I am
Mothers are not meant to be remade. This was a truth known since childhood. No simulacrum, no effigy could take the place of the spark that died in late September. I’d seen her dead. I’d touched her lifeless body. That cool, rigid cheek would never dimple from a smile. And she would never rise from … Continue reading raise the dead
On the 18th, ten years and one day since Papa died, Gramma followed. I loved them both very, very much. ...There isn't a way to express how much. I got to have more time with my grandmother. Anyone who loses someone who formed and shaped their life with love knows there is no such thing … Continue reading Stars
2014 is at a close, and I can barely believe it. This year has sped by too fast in some places, too slow in others. 2014 was not an easy year for me and my family, but we weathered it, and I have hope 2015 contains fewer losses. It's never easy to lose people, and … Continue reading A serious post.