Was that you, Mom?
On March 19th, five days after Mom died, I sent her a message via a Facebook post:
She said her Strings were snapt —
“dearly beloved, we are gathered here together…”
lessons from the road of exile
the most selfish person on earth
is someone’s name
Today was the day. The dredging began. I did not tell my therapist about my week. I did not tell her…
a mixed metaphor — where wood is thicker than thieves
and a real mouse
The other day I wrote Coming Out of Mourning, as if it were true. For one day I believed…
what is my resistance to healing?
In 1988 Carolyn Myss coined the word, “woundology,” as a name for her theory…