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...
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,...
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...
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...
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...
