Lisa C.The In-Between DaysOver the last few weeks, perhaps months, a small feeling had been growing inside of me, until it became a clear sense of disconnection. I…Sep 152Sep 152
Lisa C.Milo’s BathroomThis space holds space. Tens of bathroom tiles — precisely and timely — measured, cut, set.Sep 14Sep 14
Lisa C.The Last Time Of ThingsI remember the day one of my cats passed away. Before the vet came to ‘put him to sleep’, I was counting down the hours and the minutes…Jun 202Jun 202
Lisa C.Father WoundI used to call my father on the phone. Now he won’t answer it. He lives in an elderly home for people with (some form of) dementia, and…May 272May 272
Lisa C.Learning To Ride A Motorcycle (7)Part 7: The Perfectionist, The Shameful And The HormonesMay 251May 251
Lisa C.Unfinished UntanglementI thought a slow death of our relationship, would be doable. Just breaking the habit of being together, like a river branching out into…May 121May 121