The drive from Las Vegas to Death Valley was long. Faded and speckled asphalt seemed to stretch out forever ahead of us…
Parents are constantly given the step-by-step guidelines to being a good parent, so it really…
Stark reality
between life and death
When I was younger, I would create a playlist of my favorite songs at the end of every year. The first year’s was Boston’s…
The sound of joy:
bright and giggling,
I hate baby steps; I wish I were a Camaro, able to go from zero to sixty in five seconds. Instead, I’m a little red wagon pulled by an eighty-year-old. I’ve taken a million those pulls, but still have an infinite amount to go. I don’t think it ever stops, sometimes I…
Another mess, someone always screaming.
Oh Frieda HughesHow’d your life turn out?
I’ll never feel the pain you haveBut at least you have your writing
Tonight
she finds it