The Truth About Desire

The Truth About Desire

I want my truths to be loosed as words into the universe, like crystalline snowflakes; no two the same no matter how similar the arrangement of letters seem to be. What is a want? Could we call it an empty space full of nothing but possibility? An empty hall, waiting...
Waking Up to Grief

Waking Up to Grief

I think about that voice I heard on our last ride together. “I’ve done what I came to do. Now when are you going to get on with what you’re here to do?” Waking up to grief is like coming out of a dream to the sound of a washing machine out of balance. Knock, thump,...
Touched by a Dragon

Touched by a Dragon

That was her place. To protect me, to remind me. To be next to me. And that place is empty. There is a place next to me that is empty. No matter where in the house I am. At my desk, there is a spot next to my chair where she liked to lie. Next to the big easy chair...
Our Days with the Dragon Dog

Our Days with the Dragon Dog

For us, Moira will always be a reminder that love survives. It survives separation, and it survives adversity. And certainly, it will survive death. “So, are we getting a puppy?’ We’d agreed, of course, that we wouldn’t. Not until … well, we had a list of things that...
The Truth About Writing

The Truth About Writing

Wrestling the muse. Pinning the genius like a moth to a corkboard. Delving, and distilling until it feels pure and right … Writing. Wrestling the muse. Pinning the genius like a moth to a corkboard. Delving, and distilling until it feels pure and right, then...